The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they don't know my story.

No one comes from the earth like grass. We come like trees. We all have roots.

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

I think I know that I deserve better. And so I try for better. I'm never so put off that I would ever walk out of a place not having tried the best I could.

In a magazine, one can get - from cover to cover - 15 to 20 different ideas about life and how to live it.

People don't always remember what you say or even what you do, but they always remember how you make them feel.

Until blacks and whites see each other as brother and sister, we will not have parity. It's very clear.