“Sometimes I feel like crying, tears of happiness, tears of joy, to see the distance we’ve come and the progress we’ve made.”

Comics, in a sense, the style, the images – it’s almost like music.

Races don’t fall in love, genders don’t fall in love: Individuals fall in love. We all should be free to marry the person that we love.

We all need to be treated like fellow human beings.

I believe it is my obligation to tell the story of the civil rights movement to the next generation.

Young people can understand, and must understand, that we had success, we had failures, but we never gave up.

There’s nothing wrong with a little agitation for what’s right or what’s fair.

Our struggle is not the struggle of a day, a week, a month or a year, it is the struggle of a lifetime.

Give us a vote! Let us vote! We came here to do our job. We came here to work.

I don’t have any extraordinary gifts. I’m just an average Joe who grew up very poor in rural Alabama.

I believe in freedom of speech, but I also believe that we have an obligation to condemn speech that is racist, bigoted, anti-Semitic, or hateful.

It’s a shame and a disgrace that so few people take part in the political process.

We must be headlights and not taillights.

Never become bitter, and in the process, be happy and just go for it.

When you see something that is not right, not fair, not just, you have to speak up. You have to say something; you have to do something.

You cannot be afraid to speak up and speak out for what you believe. You have to have courage, raw courage.

In spite of all of the things, the issues, that we may be confronting today, I’m very hopeful, very optimistic about the future.

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

My mother would cry about my blindness and the hopelessness of my ever seeing, but I told her I wasn’t sad. I believed God had something for me to do.

I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on the good things still in my life. I don’t allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each every morning, a few tears, and that’s all.

I’m often moved by the circumstances around some of my characters, but I don’t think I’ve actually cried watching myself.

Your silence was my loudest cry.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

No stress, no fights. I’m leaving it all behind. No tears, no time to cry. Just making the most of life.

We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.