he was trying to convince himself that he wasn't guilty.

Writers do not write what they know. They write what they can imagine.

We all think we're different, but when it comes around, we end up needing the same things. Somebody to love us. Somebody to respect us.

We need to tell young people that America was built by men and women of all colors and that the future of this country is dependent on the participation of all of our citizens.

Each of us is born with a history already in place

Yes, she is the fruit that will Sustain me and yes, she brings A rain that I know can chill But it is a rain so sweet and sings A song my soul insists That I follow, if I would exist As more than I have ever, ever been If my mother calls it evil, then I embrace the sin

As a kid I didn't see black cowboys on the screen. What that said to me was that there were things I couldn't do or be because of my color. What we see others like us do gives us permission to expand our own horizons.