If we live long enough, we may even get over war. I imagine a time when somebody will mention the word war and everyone in the room will start to laugh. And what do you mean war?

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear, I rise. Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear, I rise.

Take a day to heal from the lies you've told yourself and the ones that have been told to you.

The Black female is assaulted in her tender years by all those common forces of nature at the same time she is caught in the tripartite crossfire of masculine prejudice, white illogical hate and Black lack of power.

I am convinced that most people do not grow up ... our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.

You should be angry. You must not be bitter. Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. It doesn't do anything to the object of its displeasure. So use that anger. You write it. You paint it. You dance it. You march it. You vote it. You do everything about it. You talk it. Never stop talking it.

I'm a writer and writers either have good memories or nothing at all.