My sister and I truly are best friends.

You get educated by traveling.

Any decision I make is based on myself, and the only person I have to give an explanation to is God.

I think many people, especially from other cultures, just don't understand the role hair plays in Black women's lives.

As an artist, everybody has the opportunity to celebrate and speak their truth.

I have to learn how to say no a lot. Life is too short for anything else.

I actually love my natural hair when it's in a twist out and it's been slept on for five days and revived by the steam of the shower.

We are getting an education of a lifetime. We're actually out there in the real world.

Style is the way we communicate who we are to people before we open our mouths.

The album ['A Seat at the Table'] really feels like storytelling for us all and our family and our lineage.

I don't really have guilty pleasures. Anything musically that I fully, fully believe, is good no matter who the artist is, no matter what the marketing is behind it, I stand pretty firm.

When men age they're called sophisticated. When women age they ain't called at all.

Besides the gifts, the only thing that gave the headstones colour were the memories family and friends had of the people they represented.

Today is the day you have to start believing in yourself. No one can do it for you anymore.

The billionaires pay an effective tax rate lower than nurses or truck drivers. That makes no sense at all. There has to be real tax reform, and the wealthiest and large corporations will pay.

I just know when I quit looking to other people for directions, I found my own map.

Affliction is a mother, Whose painful throes yield many sons, Each fairer than the other.

Especially when I'm in the gym, I get really motivated by hip-hop.

The object of this competition is not to be mean to the losers but to find a winner. The process makes you mean because you get frustrated.

We who are left, how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?