The sadness of the women's movement is that they don't allow the necessity of love. See, I don't personally trust any revolution where love is not allowed.

Just like moons and suns, With certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise.

Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence neither speed up nor slow down add to nor diminish it is an imponderably valuable gift.

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

My son is the best thing that ever happened to me. And through me - to a lot of people.

When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature.

Don't bring negative to my door.