By no amount of agile exercising of a wistful imagination could my mother have been called lenient. Generous she was; indulgent never. Kind, yes, permissive, never. In her world, people she accepted paddled their own canoes, pulled their own weight, put their own shoulders to their own plows and pushed like hell.
Maya AngelouWe write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans - because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain ourselves to other human beings.
Maya AngelouIf you are going down a road and don't like what's in front of you, and look behind you and don't like what you see, get off the road. Create a new path!
Maya AngelouTragedy, no matter how sad, becomes boring to those not caught in its addictive caress.
Maya AngelouThe poetry you read has been written for you, each of you - black, white, Hispanic, man, woman, gay, straight.
Maya Angelou