“When I carried Tupac, when I was five months pregnant they put me back in jail, my bail was revoked. When my bail was revoked, I was not allowed to have my own food. I could only have what was there.”

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.

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

He was fond of books, for they are cool and sure friends.

Knowledge is the food of the soul.

The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food.

Do you know what breakfast cereal is made of? It’s made of all those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners!

Food is a subject of conversation more spiritually refreshing even than the weather, for the number of possible remarks about the weather is limited, whereas of food you can talk on and on and on.

As long as you’re in the food business, why not make sweets?

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won’t, and that’s a wife who can’t cook and will.