Most students graduate from high school knowing nine words about the civil rights movement: Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, and "I Have a Dream." And that's it!

You cannot understand the politics of today without understanding the Civil Rights Movement and the role it played in our society.

If voting wasn't important, why would they be spending so much time and so much energy trying to stop you from doing it?

People forget that many of the aspects of the Selma campaign were laid out in response to the church bombing in Birmingham.

Nothing surprised me more, and meant more to me, than seeing an entire class of ninth graders mob Congressman [John] Lewis at a book festival.

In so many ways, forces unleashed in response to the Movement have come to dominate our politics, and technology is allowing the same injustices to be seen anew.

We don't want to just tell [students] who the people are, we don't want to just tell them what happened - we want to show the process by which it formed itself.

I think ['March'] is not just for the Black Lives Matter movement. It's for everyone. We all have to understand what happened then, so we can understand what's happening now.

So March: Book One was the first book I ever wrote. And it was the most terrifying process I've ever been through.

Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together.

She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.

Going to the seaside in winter is like seeing your partner first thing in the morning. Ugly, depressing and troubled by wind.

Romanticizing the act of writing or any other art is not very helpful to the artist or the art. It's much better if one simply does.

The notion of God is the notion of richness without accident

Art for me...is a negation of society, an affirmation of the individual, outside of all the rules and all the demands of society.

In English we say 'we are' but it's proper to say 'we are becoming' because things are becoming.

I try to rekindle the fire of the Holy Eucharist

And you know what the worst part is? I never learned to read!

There are a few of the open-air spirits; the more domestic of their tribe gather within-doors, plentiful as swallows under southern eaves.