“Please remember that my great grandmother was a slave. My grandmother was a sharecropper. My mother was a factory worker.”

I wasn’t available to do the right things for my son. If not for the arts, my child would’ve been lost.

I believe it is our responsibility to make sure that Tupac’s entire body of work is made available for his fans.

Tupac loved to read! Books were a constant part of his life.

I think what it was is that Tupac was extremely passionate, very honest and raw in his approach to communicating. He understood communicating. And I think he just did it from a deep place within.

Pac was special. He was articulate. I trained him. Punishment for him was reading The New York Times.

I live with truth.

I never wanted to he just a housewife. I was too restless.

I have respect for my son because he had sense enough to take responsibility for his own actions.

We must recognize that anger only agitates and incites. It cannot squelch or satisfy the hunger for justice.

The Woodruff Library Archives has done a phenomenal job archiving my son’s materials.

I’m grateful my son was – as any mother would say, I had a very good son.

I think people have gotten to know Tupac much better since he’s been gone than they did when he was here.

Black history won’t stop no bullets.

Everything Tupac said was introspective. He was really honest with himself about himself. He knew his flaws, but he also had such love for his work and his people.

That’s what art is for me. It helps you maintain hope by giving you the ability to either create outside your reality, or to describe your reality.

I wake up every day and think everything sure is awful, but then I ask the Lord what I can do to make it better.

To completely trust in Allah is to be like a child who knows deeply that even if he does not call for the mother, the mother is totally aware of his condition and is looking after him.

I love samosas filled with mincemeat. My mum makes really great ones.

If you read the biography of any great man, you will always notice two things: His mother’s contribution in his progress and his teacher’s contribution in his growth and development.

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.

I was a perfect housewife. Being a mother has always been the job I liked best. Absolutely.

Secularism is not only in our constitution but also in our veins. We worship Mother Nature too. We believe that the world is our family.

Mothers are all slightly insane.

My mum [who has breast cancer] is a fighter. I’ve got that from her, I know she’s a fighter.