“I love when I teach my son a good lesson. But I love it even more when he teaches me.”

Don’t go to eighth grade…don’t talk about something old…don’t bring up old memories that have nothing to do with who we are now. THIS is all that matters! TODAY.

Today, I don’t believe in destiny. But I do believe in history…There’s nothing more powerful than history.

There is no better place to plot the death of a character than when you’re miserable and working out.

I tend to do something for two years then move on to something new. Yoga, then biking, then weight lifting, then back to biking. The moment it feels like a rut, I switch and search for a new love. It’s like having a midlife crisis, but without the new wife or cheesy BMW.

Women are not weaker. Read that again. Women are not weaker. They are just as strong, just as resolute, just as creative, and are filled with just as much potential as any man.

No amount of reading or memorizing will make you successful in life. It is the understanding and application of wise thought which counts.

Here’s what I love: I love sitting at my desk, staring at the blank screen, and beginning that conversation with my imaginary friends.

When you believe in something, fight for it. And when you see injustice, fight harder than you’ve ever fought before.

Tell your story. That’s the secret of immortality. The one true way to live forever.

But to me, the most important page in my daughter’s book is the last one – because it’s blank. It says, “Your Hero’s Photo Here,” and, “Your Hero’s Story Here.”

Every life has forks in the road. And sometimes, the tines of that fork stab deep.

My worst moments as a parent have been much like my greatest moments as a parent: the product of complete and perfect accident.

As I tell my daughter, when you want something in life – no matter how impossible it seems – you need to fight for it.

Haven’t you ever played Uno?… Sometimes you have to lose all your cards to win.

Sharing education, sharing a book…that’s what changes the world.

You tell them – you tell them there’s a cost…..Every decision we make in life, there’s always a cost.

Illness is the result of imbalance. Imbalance is a result of forgetting who you are. Forgetting who you are creates thoughts and actions that lead to an unhealthy lifestyle and eventually to illness…. Illness can thus be understood as a lesson you have given yourself to help you remember who you are.

No matter how old we get, life’s always got a lesson for you. Most likely one you’ve learned ten times before.

Adding instruments to parts of a song and having them somehow find a pocket. That to me was a huge lesson. Like, there’s more than 808s in the universe.

The lesson this teaches and which every Afro-American should ponder well, is that a Winchester rifle should have a place of honor in every black home, and it should be used for that protection which the law refuses to give.

Degrading oneself would only kill the warrior within, it was time to hold the negativity accountable but in a loving manner.

You can be a gem yet would be considered a rock, it all depends on the mindset.

When you get billions in aid and your weapons resupplied and your ammunition stock resupplied, you don’t learn the lesson that war is bad and nobody wins.

Don’t run from lessons; they are little packages of treasure that have been given to us. As we learn from them, our lives change for the better.