“What we cannot imagine cannot come into being.”

If you do not know what you feel, then it is difficult to choose love; it is better to fall. Then you do not have to be responsible for your actions.

The rage of the oppressed is never the same as the rage of the privileged.

The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.

I believe that it is impossible for two individuals not committed to their own and each other’s well being to sustain a healthy and enduring relationship.

When we face pain in relationships our first response is often to sever bonds rather than to maintain commitment.

If any female feels she need anything beyond herself to legitimate and validate her existence, she is already giving away her power to be self-defining, her agency.

The function of art is to do more than tell it like it is-it’s to imagine what is possible.

To be truly visionary we have to root our imagination in our concrete reality while simultaneously imagining possibilities beyond that reality.

I think Black people need to take self-esteem seriously.

Any society based on domination supports and condones violence.

Genuine love is rarely an emotional space where needs are instantly gratified.

All our silences in the face of racist assault are acts of complicity.

When we drop fear, we can draw nearer to people, we can draw nearer to the earth, we can draw nearer to all the heavenly creatures that surround us.

Being oppressed means the absence of choices.

Class is more than money. Class is also about knowledge.

Love is really more of an interactive process. It’s about what we do not just what we feel. It’s a verb, not a noun.

The body does not create the mind; the Mind creates the body.

Never count your faults. Just see that your love for God is deeply sincere. For God doesn’t mind your imperfections: He minds your indifference.

We’re so absorbed in the effort to get rich, we no longer recognize when we are rich.

Love is contagious. When I share love, it comes back to me multiplied. Love opens every door.

You don’t step on stage to eat; you go there to be eaten.

Wounds are the means through which we enter the hearts of other people. They are meant to teach us to become compassionate and wise.

Sin is unwillingness to trust that what God wants for me is only my deepest happiness.

I think we need to recover the depth, the subtlety, the generosity of imagination, the respect for wisdom that so marked Islam in its great ages.