“It is astonishing the lengths to which a person, or a people, will go in order to avoid a truthful mirror.”

People are too various to be treated so lightly. I am too various to be trusted.

For nothing is more unbearable, once one has it, than freedom.

People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them, poisoned.

The moment we cease to hold each other, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.

The impossible is the least that one can demand.

Most of us are about as eager to be changed as we were to be born, and go through our changes in a similar state of shock.

You write in order to change the world, if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it.

Everyone wishes to be loved, but in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it.

Any real change implies the breakup of the world as one has always known it, the loss of all that gave one an identity, the end of safety.

I often wonder what I’d do if there weren’t any books in the world.

All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique.

The power of the white world is threatened whenever a black man refuses to accept the white world’s definitions.

You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read.

There is a fearful splendor in absolute desolation.

I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am also so much more than that. So are we all.

Youth must be the worst time in anybody’s life.

The art of a people is a true mirror of their minds.

Relationship is a mirror in which you can see yourself, not as you would wish to be, but as you are.

Attitude is the reflection of a person, and our world mirrors our attitude.

Pets reflect you like mirrors. When you are happy, you can see your dog smiling and when you are sad, your cat cries.

I’m also human so I have days when I look in the mirror and go, “All right . Things are definitely changing.” I can see that.

I have a habit of seeing through the cloak that they wear to hide what truly resides in their soul. I have a habit of tearing out skeletons from the blackest of closets; although it’s never the goal. I have a habit of forcing others to look in the mirror, at the darkest parts of their soul. And I no longer want to play the role.

The mirror in my room is a Liar. It doesn’t reflect what’s inside.

Take a moment of self-reflection. Look at yourself in the mirror every night and ask yourself if you did your best.