There is nothing of any consequence in education, in the economy, in city planning, in social policy that does not concern black people.
How exquisitely human was the wish for permanent happiness, and how thin human imagination became trying to achieve it.
Somebody has to take responsibility for being a leader.
Which was what love was: unmotivated respect.
I type in one place, but I write all over the house.
To get to a place where you could love anything you chose--not to need permission for desire--well now _that_ was freedom.