So much of my writing process is trying to eliminate any kind of shame or fear of the thoughts that I'm having.

It's hard for black women to ask for help. We think we don't need it. We're used to being in pain and living with it.

I think sometimes the stars align whether we want them to or not. And we're drawn to certain people and places for no other reason than...Destiny.

I think that we need to make it our goal to define freedom for ourselves.

We kind of have to rewrite our own stories and our own ways of being free.

We can look at history and see that [political turmoil is] fertile ground for art.

Sometimes I feel as though I'm trying to take a hit for the team so that other people then can move forward. I'm like, "Look, I just laid out all of my stuff, so what's the worst that can happen?".

In my experience when I do try to avoid something, it makes its way into the work anyway. To be in front of it and just make friends with it is easier for me.

Аrt movements are always linked to some kind of turmoil.

I really hope that people feel permission to talk about their own troubles, but also to celebrate themselves.

Sometimes it's just rejecting stereotypes, sometimes it's creating work. Sometimes it's just blocking out the noise.

She knows that feeling too. Of believing that each time someone says her name, it’s to tell her that something bad has happened.

Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that.

If we held grudges for all the idiotic things we said and did as freshman and sophomores, the hallways would be silent.

Look for your choices pick the best one then go with it.

The greatest discovery of all time is that a person can change his future by merely changing his attitude.

After awhile, marriage gets a little stale and you're looking for something to scratch that a little.

Dreams are symbolic in order that they cannot be understood; in order that the wish, which is the source of the dream, may remain unknown.

When you don't know what to do, try something; if that doesn't work, try something else.

Who is the covetous man? One for whom plenty is not enough.

Race, blood, lineage, and nationality don't matter; they're just the way that small minds keep score. All that matters about blood is that it's warm and that it beats through a loving heart.