What is the thing that Will could do to make me not love him? That would make me abandon him? I can’t think of one. I'm sorry. Except if he did something bad to the kids - now we've got a problem.

You always have to remember to take care of yourself first and foremost, because when you stop taking care of yourself you get out of balance and you really forget how to take care of others.

Worry about being respected, never worry about being liked because that's the trap.

When I'm tired, I rest. I say, 'I can't be a superwoman today.'

We don't back off obstacles and tough situations, we use them to make us stronger.

Women, you can have it all - a loving man, devoted husband, loving children, a fabulous career.

Don't take your health for granted. Don't take your body for granted. Do something today that communicates to your body that you desire to care for it. Tomorrow is not promised.

Will and I are yin and yang. He's all sky, vast and bright and soaring, and I'm all earth. I'm here to ground him, and he's here to help me fly.

I do call upon a little Fish Mooney energy sometimes, believe it or not.

I learned that surrounding myself with people who are able to help me is like being surrounded by tangible godliness.

You've got to be happy in your own skin.

When the mind imagines its own lack of power, it is saddened by it.

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on.

The proletarian woman fights hand in hand with the man of her class against capitalist society.

Argument is to me the air I breathe.

Clean water, the essence of life and a birthright for everyone, must become available to all people now.

Just to get serious about this thing, you know. One has to be compassionate. It's true that people are up against things, economically and emotionally.

I want to be real. I want to be a real person. That's what an artist is. An artist has to be honest. Without honesty, there's nothing.

I have always regarded myself, in the first place, as an African patriot.

You can quickly go from having passion and love to passion and hate when an act of betrayal happens.

The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under green sods lay.