“Even after his death, Tupac is as powerful as he was when he was living.”

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.

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.

But just because it burns doesn’t mean you’re gonna die. You’ve gotta get up and try, try, try.

I hunted all through the four Gospels trying to find one of Christ’s funeral sermons, but I couldn’t find any. I found He broke up every funeral He ever attended! Death couldn’t exist where He was.

Any business today that embraces the status quo as an operating principle is going to be on a death march.

Ah, lives there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said As he hunched and rolled in his comfortable bed: To hell with the rent . . . I’ll drink instead!

The moment we take our last breath on earth, we take our first in heaven.

As for me, my charter is Jesus Christ, the inviolable charter is His cross and His death and resurrection, and faith through Him.

HATE SIN! Instead of loving it, cleaving to it, excusing it, playing with it, we ought to hate it with a deadly hatred.

If I can wake up everyday before I die and know that I don’t have to serve anyone food or drinks, I will be happy!