To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
Maya AngelouReduce 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.
Maya Angelou