A man ain't nothing but a man. But a son? Well, now, that's somebody.

I merged those two words, black and feminist, because I was surrounded by black women who were very tough and and who always assumed they had to work and rear children and manage homes.

The presence of evil was something to be first recognized, then dealt with, survived, outwitted, triumphed over.

Something that is loved is never lost.

But to find out the truth about how dreams die, one should never take the word of the dreamer.

More than fear of loving bears or birds bigger than cows, I fear pathless nights. How, I wonder, can I find you in the dark?

You looking good." "Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.