Black women sharing close ties with each other, politically or emotionally, are not the enemies of Black men.

It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.

When I dare to be powerful - to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.

There is no thing as a single-issue struggle because we do not live single-issue lives.

Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.

When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.

If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.

I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.

Tomorrow belongs to those of us who conceive of it as belonging to everyone; who lend the best of ourselves to it, and with joy.

I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.

If I cannot air this pain and alter it, I will surely die of it. That's the beginning of social protest.

[Credit is a system whereby] a person who can't pay, gets another person who can't pay, to guarantee that he can pay.

Doctor, I appreciate your diagnosis, but I will not accept your verdict

Be you. You are sacred.

If people don't think the odds are against you, you're doing it wrong.

You wake up every morning with a smile on your face because you've got a new day you never expected to have. And there's a sense of wonderment. Nothing short of magical.

I shall repeat a hundred times; we really ought to free ourselves from the seduction of words!

The battle of the euro is being fought right now in Spain and Italy...The future of the euro is at stake in the next few weeks...

The difference between an author and a horse is that the horse doesn't understand the horse dealer's language.

Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’ Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘... Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.

Examine every word you put on paper. You'll find a surprising number that don't serve any purpose.