“As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.”

What a woman. What a life.

A writer’s life and work are not a gift to mankind; they are its necessity.

In times of dread, artists must never choose to remain silent. This is precisely the time when artists go to work.

Something that is loved is never lost.

You don’t have to love me but you damn well have to respect me.

Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.

I didn’t fall in love, I rose in it.

If you can only be tall because someone else is on their knees, then you have a serious problem. And white people have a very, very serious problem.

Navigating a white male world was not threatening. It wasn’t even interesting. I was more interesting than they were.

Love is never any better than the lover.

You free. Nothing and nobody is obliged to save you but you.

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

Oppressive language does more than represent violence; it is violence; does more than represent the limits of knowledge; it limits knowledge.

She learned the intricacy of loneliness: the horror of color, the roar of soundlessness and the menace of familiar objects lying still.

You are your best thing.

I didn’t want to speak for black people. I wanted to speak to and to be among. It’s us.

Dreams and reality are opposites. Action synthesizes them.

The virtuous man contents himself with dreaming that which the wicked man does in actual life.

When men dream, each has his own world. When they are awake, they have a common world.

The interpretation of Dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.

The unconscious mind is that strange sub-world revealed through dreams, lapses, or Freudian slips. “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.

Follow your dreams and don’t let anyone stop you. Never say never.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

Out my window. I see everything I dream about and wished I had.