“That’s what Tupac and I got from my dad – the rebellion and the need to fight back and be recognized for being different.”

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.

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

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.

I might be the only one who’s never taken a dime from my son.

We need to read history from the source.

Anger is an all-consuming fire that will burn you and everyone else around you. Where is the justice in that?

The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty, and all forms of human life.

The restart was different but we achieved our goal.

I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.

Every day is different, and some days are better than others, but no matter how challenging the day, I get up and live it.

Freedom must be distinguished from democracy, with which it is often confused.

When I write, I try to become different characters.

The word ‘artist’ means so many different things, and I feel like to be a real one, you really have to do it all.

To be outspoken, or different at all, is a problem for women.