mixing comes natural. i just ought to. not am i mixed to perfection, i have aptitude for art and colors.

We all have our la-la-la song. The thing we do when the world isn't singing a nice tune to us. We sing our own nice tune to drown out ugly.

Saying "please" without saying it to someone you don't want to say "please" to in the first place tops the list of hard.

I pressed and I prayed. It was only right that pressing went with prayer. That and being sorry. Every wrinkle was a patch of sorry to be smoothed and flattened.

It was a strange, wonderful feeling. To discover eyes upon you when you expected no one to notice you at all.

The last thing Pa and Big Ma wanted to hear was how we made a grand Negro spectacle of ourselves thirty thousand feet up in the air around all these white people.

Friends are God's way of apologizing for your family.

This was not guilt: guilt is what you feel when you have done something wrong. What I felt was shame: I was what was wrong.

Friendship, sweet-resting place of the soul, the gloaming wherein our hearts find peace.

'Reality' is a notion that journalists take for granted.

Your life shouldn't be anything short of spectacular.

There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.

To the reactionary ear every whispered criticism of the elite classes has always sounded like the opening shot of an uprising.

From the beginning at Intel, we planned on being big.

When history looks back I want people to know the Nazis weren't able to kill millions of people and get away with it.

My father is black and my mother is white. Therefore, I could answer to either, which kind of makes me a racial Lone Ranger, caught between two communities.