While the rest of the country waves the flag of Americana, we understand we are not part of that. We don't owe America anything - America owes us.

My ordination in the Church of God in Christ was at age 9, and I later became a Baptist minister, which I am today.

We're not anti-police... we're anti-police brutality.

The dream was not to put one black family in the White House, the dream was to make everything equal in everybody's house.

I grew up in the 1950s and '60s, when it was almost a holiday when a black act would go on Ed Sullivan.

We have defeated Jim Crow, but now we have to deal with his son, James Crow Jr., esquire.

I do believe that the party has a bunch of elephants running around in donkey clothes.

I've never seen a prosecutor hold a press conference to discredit the victim.

I've seen enough things to know that if you just keep on going, if you turn the corner, the sun will be shining.

If Jews want to get it on, tell them to pin their yarmulkes back and come over to my house.

Life is about not where you start, but where you're going. That's family values.

I'm like an expensive menu... you can look but you can't afford!

Western artists stand as humans looking at nature; Asian artists try to be in nature. You become one with nature rather than painting a portrait of it. That's a big shift.

A film based on a jolly good John Grisham book is fine, but I like to get a bit under the skin

Absolute prediction is completion . . . is death!

Not they who reject the gods are profane, but those who accept them.

Getting to play a yogic healer was awesome. I love yoga, so I've had a lot of teachers.

I don't like basements, but definitely basements could be poems. Not fond of skin diseases, but again, there's a pattern. Probably anything could be a poem.

We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.

Listen! If stars are lit It means there is someone who needs it, It means someone wants them to be, That someone deems those specks of spit Magnificent!

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.