Ideas and their creators run the world…one’s place in the world is due partially to the ideas that a culture has forced on one and/or the ideas that a person “freely” accepts and uses.

They who humble themselves before knowledge of any kind generally end up the wiser and as voices with something meaningful to say.

Learning to take hold of one's life is very difficult in a culture that values property over life.

To maintain the ability to admit and grow from our mistakes rather than let them defeat us represents best the inner strength of a people.

Studies that bring clarity and direction to the black male situation as an integral part of the black family/community are unpopular, not easy to get published and very dangerous.

Many people have serious academic degrees but cannot find a job, and sadly their degrees are so limited that they cannot even think about how to create a job for themselves.

U feel that way sometimes wondering: wondering, how did we survive?

to be black is to be very-hot.

People find a sense of being, a sense of worth and substance being associated with land. Association with final roots gives us not only a history but proclaims us heirs to a future.

You cannot control the ocean, but you can guide the rivers that feed it.

Right is right even if no one is doing it

...authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer...

Writing is like painting. You sketch it, add colour, add depth and detail. You give it a final layer and then hang it proudly.

Sometimes a pad on the back or just a simple word of comfort is all that it takes to bring someone under heavy stress back to balance.

People make snap judgments about me that are frequently misguided.

As I enter the small intestine I get squeezed by muscles. Its dark and the walls look like slimey crushed velvet theres pancreas juice on me help me I am disintigrating.

Act your age don't pretend to be older than you are give yourself time to grow

Reach out, call your family members, if you have children, call them right now.

The life of a woman may be divided into three epochs; in the first she dreams of love, in the second she makes love in the third she regrets it.