God made men by baking them in an oven, but he forgot about the first batch, and that's how Black people were born. And then he was so anxious about the next batch, he took them out of the oven too soon, so that's how White people were made. But the third batch he let cook until they were golden-golden-golden, and, honey, that's you and me.

Everything that is most mine belongs to everyone now.

Don't be afraid to say what you don't know, and speak for what you do know. Say, "I can't speak for all Latinas, but I can speak for me and tell you very, very honestly."

The older I get, the more I'm conscious of ways very small things can make a change in the world. Tiny little things, but the world is made up of tiny matters, isn't it?

There's no perfect place, there's no wonderful utopia.

I think there's some great stuff coming. I do feel that. I think we have reached our Harlem Renaissance.

I hope I'm not just looked as a writer that is popular but as a writer of literary value.