See, I don’t expect to win a prize for stoic control and dignity at mourning time. Death deserve tantrums. Beating back shocked indignation, kicks in the groin, stones, classified unacceptable, not to be tolerated, not to be wooed, not to be conspired with. Only then can music, dance, movies, plays, rap be about life. Only then can life be cherished and adored.

Classism and greed are making insignificant all the other kinds of isms.

Revolutionaries don't get job security. They compete with rats for cheese and with strays for shelter--after the big bullets make feet out of their knees.

God, make me so uncomfortable that I will do the very thing I fear.

The kind of beauty I want most is the hard-to-get kind that comes from within - strength, courage, dignity.

A trustworthy marriage has weathered temptation and anger and jealousy, resentment, self-righteousness and a little bit of selfishness. When you get over and get through that, then maybe you can see the light to love.

Paradise is to be the ultimate instrument, fulfilling God's desperate intent that we love each other.