There are two ways to worry words. One is hoping for the greatest possible beauty in what is created. The other is to tell the truth.

Bisexuality means I am free and I am as likely to want to love a woman as I am likely to want to love a man, and what about that? Isn't that what freedom implies?

To tell the truth is to become beautiful, to begin to love yourself, value yourself. And that's political, in its most profound way.

Poetry is a political act because it involves telling the truth.

Like a lot of Black women, I have always had to invent the power my freedom requires.

We do not deride the fears of prospering white America. A nation of violence and private property has every reason to dread the violated and the deprived.

Maybe the purpose of being here, wherever we are, is to increase the durability and occasions of love among and between peoples.

Overall, white men run America. From nuclear armaments to the filth and jeopardy of New York City subways to the cruel mismanagement of health care, is there anything to boast about?

Body and soul, Black America reveals the extreme questions of contemporary life, questions of freedom and identity: How can I be who I am?

To tell the truth is to become beautiful.

If you are free, you are not predictable and you are not controllable.

Me truthful... you mendacious.. !!

When you begin to run after miracles you dehumanize yourself.

The thing I love about being an actor is the ability to travel and experience new cultures.

Many faux pas of fashion can be avoided if you curb your instinctive desire to buy things with your heart instead of your head.

The patient and active virtues of a soldier are insensibly nursed in the habits and discipline of a pastoral life.

To talk about photos rather than making them seems idiotic to me. It's as though I went on and on about a woman I adored instead of making love to her.

One of the great uses of Twitter and Facebook will be to prove at the Last Day that prayerlessness was not from lack of time.

Our office...subjects us to great burdens and labors, dangers and temptations, with little reward or gratitude from the world. But Christ himself will be our reward if we labor faithfully.

In our civilization, men are afraid that they will not be men enough and women are afraid that they might be considered only women.

The real fighter knows perfectly well that there is no difference between victory and defeat, friend and enemy, day and night, life and death.