“Our flag is red, white and blue, but our nation is a rainbow — red, yellow, brown, black and white — and we’re all precious in God’s sight.”

We began to talk about one’s faith and the storm.

You cannot teach what you don’t know. You cannot give energy if you’re not on fire on the inside.

A check or credit card, a Gucci bag strap, anything of value will do. Give as you live.

I think the pain is subsiding. The back is getting better.

Some people’s lives are worthy of taking the time to say goodbye to.

When I came here, I put my hand on the Bible and swore to uphold the Constitution. I didn’t put my hand on the Constitution and swear to uphold the Bible.

Just because a chicken was born in the oven doesn’t make it a biscuit.

A new leadership. A choice. A chance. Don’t cry about what you don’t have. Use what you got.

No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. You should never agree to surrender your dreams.

Our flag is red, white and blue, but our nation is a rainbow – red, yellow, brown, black and white -and we’re all precious in God’s sight.

I hear that melting pot stuff a lot, and all I can say is that we haven’t melted.

We were fundamentally the same. They expressed their anger more willingly. We developed the capacity to internalize our anger, using a nonviolent discipline.

The only justification for ever looking down on somebody is to pick them up.

Tears will get you sympathy, sweat will get you change.

In many ways, history is marked as ‘before’ and ‘after’ Rosa Parks. She sat down in order that we all might stand up, and the walls of segregation came down.

The invasion only made matters worse. The occupation will not work, Iraq is unoccupiable, that will not work.

And if there were a God, I think it very unlikely that he would have such an uneasy vanity as to be offended by those who doubt his existence.

Writing is my job, and I am employed by god.

A daughter of mystery and moonlight magic danced within her veins her spirit singing a sweet melody as the goddess within her reigns.

You were the best and worst nights of my life fucking while the flames lick us at least you’re a distraction from my spiritual death. You’re a god damn angel in a crack den.

A woman with a plan is a goddess.

When God has his hands on your life, it doesn’t matter who has your name in their mouth.

Dance under the moon conjures the goddess within awakening your wild.

I cannot tell if it is a blessing from an old god or lovely dark art only that he holds my heart.