“I type in one place, but I write all over the house.”

Don’t beg anybody for anything, especially love.

And I am all the things I have ever loved: scuppernong wine, cool baptisms in silent water, dream books and number playing.

I want to discourage you from choosing anything or making any decision simply because it is safe. Things of value seldom are.

It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.

All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allowed in.

Black women have always been friends. I mean, if you didn’t have each other you had nothing.

The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.

When a child walks in the room, your child or anybody else’s child, do your eyes light up? That’s what they’re looking for.

Make a difference about something other than yourselves.

The enemy is not men. The enemy is the concept of patriarchy, the concept of patriarchy as the way to run the world or do things.

Racism will disappear when it’s no longer profitable, and no longer psychologically useful. And when that happens, it’ll be gone. But at the moment, people make a lot of money off of it, pro and con.

He can’t value you more than you value yourself.

The best art is political and you ought to be able to make it unquestionably political and irrevocably beautiful at the same time.

Liberation means you don’t have to be silenced.

All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.

Perhaps that’s what all human relationships boiled down to: Would you save my life? or would you take it?

At times, a smile houses more sorrow than tears do.

He who builds a masjid in the way of Allah, God will build a house for him in the paradise.

Everyone says the door is open with a smile until the door is not opened and the house collapses and they finally realize why they needed a door in the first place.

I will not beg you to keep me- I can house my own heart.

Houses built on heartbreak is that what you call love.

Who will be your lighthouse? who will guide you on this journey at sea? Who will lead you towards shipwreck? Who do you need to let free?

These pirates in your life, plundering the hands of time. Dimming your light that could shine you so brightly. The great imposing sails leading you towards the lighthouse. Preventing you from an almighty shipwreck.

If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart i’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.