I began writing about power because I had so little.

People have the right to call themselves whatever they like. That doesn't bother me. It's other people doing the calling that bothers me.

I just knew there were stories I wanted to tell.

I was attracted to science fiction because it was so wide open. I was able to do anything and there were no walls to hem you in and there was no human condition that you were stopped from examining.

Tolerance, like any aspect of peace, is forever a work in progress, never completed, and, if we're as intelligent as we like to think we are, never abandoned.

I have a huge and savage conscience that won't let me get away with things.

Every story I create, creates me. I write to create myself.

I wasn't trying to work out my own ancestry. I was trying to get people to feel slavery. I was trying to get across the kind of emotional and psychological stones that slavery threw at people.

Listen, no part of me is more definitive of who I am than my brain.

All that you touchYou Change.All that you ChangeChanges you.The only lasting truthis Change.Godis Change.

God is Change.Earthseed: The Books of the LivingLauren Oya Olamina

Follow your heart

Does your frustration equate a certain form of revenge?Bright light shines upon me despite of hills of frustration.

To change your mind under the direction of the wisdom of the heart is a brush stroke on the masterpiece you are delivering to the world.

It's a difficult thing today to be informed about our government even without all the secrecy.

If you persevere, stick with it, wok at it, you have a real opportunity to achieve. If you do your best and keep a true compass, you'll get there.

Dreams die hard. And sometimes they don't have to die at all.

I sang 'American Pie' a lot in my stage set. It had a knack of uniting an audience in a sing-along. It's a clever song about American history but wrapped in a fantastic tune.

The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish drying on sand.

One more thing. The people and the friends that we have lost... or the dreams that have faded... never forget them.

Poor England! thou art a devoted deer, Beset with every ill but that of fear. The nations hunt; all mock thee for a prey; They swarm around thee, and thou stand'st at bay.