“Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.”

O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.

Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables.

I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind- And I see that my own hands can make The world that’s in my mind.

Looks like what drives me crazy Don’t have no effect on you– But I’m gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.

LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY! True anyhow no matter how many Liars use those words.

Go home and write / a page tonight. / And let that page come out of you – / Then, it will be true.

To create a market for your writing you have to be consistent, professional, a continuing writer – not just a one-article or a one-story or a one-book man.

Reach Up Your Hand… and take a star.

Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.

Both of them were very good and kind – the one who went to church and the one who didn’t. And no doubt from them I learned to like both Christians and sinners equally well.

We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.

Let America be America, where equality is in the air we breathe.

The first of the month falls every month, too, North or South. And them white folks who sends bills never forgets to send them-the phone bill, the furniture bill, the water bill, the gas bill, insurance, house rent.

Most musicians remain poor. But the music that they make, even if it does not bring them millions, gives millions of people happiness.

The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?

I love listening to new stuff, at home in LA I always have the radio on to hear what is happening.

Someone will come into your life and they will see your kindness as a strength match your love and before you can he will say I’ve been looking for you a home my heart can finally rest

After the currents have calmed and rocks you have endured I promise to be the river guiding you home.

Those gun shots may take their home and wealth, but can’t change their heart.

We made a home for our wishes in the stars; while forgetting they were meant to be only the beginning.

The moon is alive because of the darkness how could we – ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?

It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Your heart is my shelter, my handmade forever home.