My autobiography is one of the truest, most frankly written books ever published in the western hemisphere.

The Black woman is the most unprotected, unloved woman on earth...she is the only flower on earth...that grows unwatered.

Race means family and all black people whether they like it or not, are family.

I appear topless as a way of holding on to my Nilotic culture, and I also do it to taunt those Africans who are ashamed of our original cultural beliefs.

While I love Mohammed and Jesus Christ'I reject all men's religions, not just Islam, but Christianity, Judaism and whatever else the men use for a whip.

I believe that Christianity trains black people, especially black women, to think like slaves, and I believe that Islam is mainly fueled by its hatred for women.

In 2004, I went to Israel and gave a speech that resulted in guns and ammunition being given to the South Sudanese rebels, specifically Commanders Athol's and Yaka's armies.

By any means necessary, I am for Africa.

In 1998, I was trained by the SPLA [Sudanese People's Liberation Army ] in London how to pretend to be a geologist.

My sons are very protective and loving towards me, but I don't know what's in their secret minds about me.

I warn black Americans'don't get too mixed. A little is fine, but not to the point where you're out of the family.

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

When you least expect it, someone may actually listen to what you have to say.

If we all discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to tell them that they loved them.

The worst cynicism: a belief in luck.

We are attempting, by this Constitution, to abolish factions, and to unite all parties for the general welfare.

When Stories nestle in the body, soul comes forth.

We should restore the practice of dueling. It might improve manners around here.

I like to call it 'the national automobile slum.' You can call it suburban sprawl. I think it's appropriate to call it the greatest misallocation of resources in the history of the world.

Tea is quiet and it takes a quiet palate to appreciate something that calls so little attention to itself.

All that we do without offering it to God is wasted.