[The Americans] believe in the idea that a child shouldn't be consigned to poverty just because of circumstances of their birth.
The man in the coon skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, you've only got ten.
You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
All the money you made will never buy back your soul.
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich.
The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.
You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.
As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that. ’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.
I have played hell somewhat with the truthfulness of the colours.
I don't think Muslims do hate America. I think that's what we hear and that's what we believe. I don't think that's true.
A babe is a mother's anchor.