Flesh, blood, bone--the body is only a container for who we truly are inside.

No serum can vhange who you are. Nor should you change. Genius or madness--it al depends on who's telling the story.

Sometimes you have to embrace the darkness to stop it.

Call it sentimentality. Call it curiosity. Just don't call it madness.

...you have to ask yourself two questions: Who am I? And how may I become myself?

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was non ov those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

The rest of the short walk was silent. It was that loud sortof silence where the absence is painful, when there’s so much tosay, but nothing is said.

I feel like I want to take care of everyone and I also feel this terrible guilt if I am unable to. And I have felt this way ever since all this success started.

Of what help is anyone who can only be approached with the right words?

Tea-making is a ritual that, like the drink itself, warms the heart somehow.

The saddest fact I've learned is nobody matters less to our society than young black women. Nobody.

I kept telling everyone I wasn't going to Washington to stay. I go to visit.

Happiness is the result of an attitude of mind. I believe you can build it out of small things.

When I was a kid, nobody told me I was good-looking. I wish they had. I would've had a better time.