“I am probably in the sky, flying with the fish, or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons. See, my world is different.”

A million feelings. A thousand thoughts. A hundred memories. All for one person.

I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try but I’m cursed, so never mind.

Hate is only a form love that hasn’t found a way to express itself logically.

You could love me or hate me I swear it won’t make me or break me. I’m goin where ever the money takes me.

Woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her.

Her life is deep, but I still dig her.

Take dem shoes off your teeth and stop running your mouth.

You have to self-reflect. If you forget who you actually are, then what’s the use of even looking in the mirror.

I ain’t lookin down but I see no one above me.

Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotion from a king.

Throw dirt on my name, and I still come out clean.

Surround yourself with love, not friends.

Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth.

I got these haters like, When he gon’ stop? Maybe a minute after never, start ya clocks.

I stick to the script, I memorize the lines, cause life is movie that I’ve seen too many times.

Rain on my head, call that brainstorming.

It never occurred to me that some people were seen as wrong or even different.

I travel in so many different ways; I travel high, I rough it, it all depends on who I travel with.

Everybody was on the same page. Nobody has really gone out there on a different musical journey. When we got back together again, we all wanted to do the same kind of music.

This world crisis came about without women having anything to do with it. If the women of the world had not been excluded from world affairs, things today might have been different.

I never set out to write a book to change women’s lives, to change history. It’s like, ‘Who, me?’ Yes, me. I did it. And I’m not that different from other women. Maybe my power and glory was that I could speak my truth as a woman and it was the truth of every woman.

That’s what Tupac and I got from my dad – the rebellion and the need to fight back and be recognized for being different.

Animals don’t even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. The conscious impulse to change one’s appearance is found only among humans.

Junior high is so much worse than high school because at least in high school different is more accepted, celebrated actually: all the girls with blue hair and gothic Hello Kitty backpacks.