My heart is so heavy when I see the reality of the Indian reservation and as an American, I know I am, too, responsible.

She comprehended the perversity of life, that in the struggle lies the joy.

The plague of racism is insidious, entering into our minds as smoothly and quietly and invisibly as floating airborne microbes enter into our bodies to find lifelong purchase in our bloodstreams.

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

The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.

Sunday, if I'm lucky, I'll go to church or listen to some good spiritual advice on the television or on the radio. I take three or four baths to try to cleanse myself, so I'm fresh for Monday.

Nothing will work unless you do.