The spirit and soul are the body and brain, which are destructible-that is precisely why they are so precious.

I would not have you descend into your own dream. I would have you be a conscious citizen of this terrible and beautiful world.

Anyone can make a baby, but it takes a man to be a father.

You do not give your precious body to the billy clubs of Birmingham sheriffs, nor to the insidious activity of the streets.

To question what I see, then to question what I see after that, because the questions matter as much, perhaps more than, the answers.

You are growing into consciousness, and my wish for you is that you feel no need to constrict yourself to make other people comfortable.

My work is to give you what I know of my own particular path while allowing you to walk your own.

I should not mistake her calm probing for the absence of anger.

Serious history was the West, and the West was white.

She had wanted her son to stand for what he believed and to be respectful. And he had died for believing his friends had a right to play their music loud, to be American teenagers.

I found that the same softness which once made me a target now compelled people to trust me with their stories.

I can always call on God, in time, in where.

Footsteps of success,    are trailed by fading footprints,      of failures past..

All stories are connected. In the end everything is connected.

You've got to get good habits of working hard so that when that play comes up during the regular season that you're able to complete it and do it the right way.

You should find him because he loves you.

The more you accept herb, the more you accept Rastafari.

We are going to lose the war on terror because all of our agents are tied up investigating the GOP.

Men don't get knocked out, or I mean they can fight back against big things. What kills them is erosion; they get nudged into failure. They get slowly scared.[...]It's slow. It rots out your guts.

I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind- And I see that my own hands can make The world that's in my mind.

Whatever praises itself but in the deed, devours the deed in the praise.