My encouragement to you is to go tomorrow to the library.

Reduce your humanity through what Jules Feiffer called little murders. The minute I hear someone trying to demean me, I know that that person means to have my life. And I will not give it to them. When a person commits these little murders, and then you catch him or her at it, he or she might say, "Oh, I didn't mean it." But make no mistake: It is an assassination attempt.

Would you deny your son or your daughter the ecstasy of finding someone to love?

I'm convinced of this: Good done anywhere is good done everywhere.

It is sad but true that sometimes we need the tragedy to help us to see how human we are and how we are more alike than we are different.

You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!

Hope is born again in the faces of children.