I am a mother and I know the feeling of having a baby come out of my gut. I have a baby and then you send him off to war. No wonder the kids rebel and take pot.

It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit.

The price we pay for being ourselves is worth it.

I've never felt that fear is my enemy. Fear is my friend. It offers me a chance to stay alert, keep growing, continue creating something new. If you don't take that sort of risk, you learn nothing.

A man has always wanted to lay me down but he never wanted to pick me up.

I have used all the manure that has been thrown on me as fertilizer to make me stronger.

I fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me. And I want someone to share me, with me.

I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma.

My recipe for life is not being afraid of myself, afraid of what I think or of my opinions.

My house was bugged. They couldn't find any information on me being a subversive because I happen to love America; I just don't like some of the things the government is doing.

Don't depend on other people to be responsible for you. Don't make yourself stressed out over nonsensical things like material things.

And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ...alive.

I can’t comprehend why any black man with even a lick of sense would have the slightest bit of interest in time travel. Going backward in time? A black man? You have got to be out of your mind.

With production alone as the goal, industry in North America was dominated by the assembly line, standardization for mass consumption.

There will be miracles After the last war is won Science and poetry rule in the new world to come Prophets and angels Gave us the power to see What an amazing future there will be

I enjoy the cleaning up - something about the getting of things in order for winter - making the garden secure - a battening down of hatches perhaps... It just feels right.

I thought I was raptured up into the air today; turns out, it was just my gas oven exploding.

When you give your ONE Thing your most emphatic Yes! and vigorously say No! to the rest, extraordinary results become possible.

The whole order of things is as outrageous as any miracle which could presume to violate it.

Our continual desire for praise ought to convince us of our mortality, if nothing else will.

In short stories there's more permission to be elliptical. You can have image-logic, or it's almost like a poem in that you can come to a lot of meanings within a short space.