Sandy was a climate change warning. Obama must now take the stage and fulfil the promise of hope the world needs.

Struggles only move forward when decent men and women step forward and say, 'enough is enough and no more.'

A movement only becomes a movement of substance, size, and power when the artists say 'we want to add our voice.'

Investing one cent more in oil, coal and gas is investing in the death of society, and the in the death of our children.

You know how they say, 'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?' What happens in the Arctic doesn't stay in the Arctic.

There is no definition of terrorism and there is still the reality that one person's terrorist is another person's freedom fighter.

The reality is today most of our political leaders want to be treated as gods and semi-gods, from the security details to the fuss around them and so on.

Whenever anybody called Nelson Mandela a saint, he would say: "If by saint you mean a sinner who is trying to be better, then I'm a saint."

If not one more cent in new aid money flowed [to Africa], we could with more urgency and efficiency and creativity be doing much more to take more people out of poverty.

In Durban, where I was born and grew up, and all over Africa, Nelson Mandela was a hero! Now he is a hero to the world.

I think even though he [Nelson Mandela] was feted and praised as he was, he always was at pains to say, I'm a human being.

Define yourself

We are sitting on top of a vast cultural and historical pyramid of accumulated misconceptions, lies and myths, built one on top of the other.

Our are speculations are not the measure of our God.

New ideas pass through three periods: 1) It can't be done. 2) It probably can be done, but it's not worth doing. 3) I knew it was a good idea all along!

Bill Cunningham he knows fashion better than anybody.

The future’s too bright to dwell on the past. Life moves fast, run faster.

God grant that I may never live to be useless!

India is less manly under the British rule than she ever was before.

Two years were all we had, love," she whispered, "and we squandered them.

Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.