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

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.

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.