“Revolution is Tupac showing a young artist that he can scribble in a notebook and it’s worth a lot.”

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?

In the 1960s, the civil rights movement was about getting to know your culture, your history. I know all about my history.

I spent 43 years of my life in anger and I know what it can do… Now I pray a lot. I do whatever I need to do to keep me out of that anger, out of that place where I can’t grow and be better.

I have never one day been ashamed of my son. Even when he was not right, that’s ok.

People can like him or not like him individually. But I need for them to know that he was a person of substance, and he was worthy, and he was a good son and a good brother and a good participant in the community.