In Harlem, black was white. You had rights that could not be denied you; you had privileges, protected by law. And you had money. Everybody in Harlem had money. It was a land of plenty.

Angels rush in when fools are almost dead.

The rhythm persisted, the unfaltering common meter of blues, but the blueness itself, the sorrow, the despair, began to give way to hope.

That's the thing about hands. I love to hold hands because it brings comfort to me to know and feel I'm holding onto the person I love.

Love what you do and your heart will lead the rest of the way.

You don't need a time machine to live in the moment.

Every age needs men who will redeem the time by living with a vision of the things that are to be.

When people make the mistake of underestimating me, that's when they are really in for their biggest surprise.

There's no good guys and bad guys.

The only thing you have to worry about is bad luck. I never had bad luck.

Never act without purpose and resolve, or without the means to finish the job.

I am not the girl the guy gets at the end of the movie. I am not a fantasy. If you want me, earn me.

Does it strike you, Mr. Keller, that we live every day in the science fiction of our youth?