She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It’s good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.
I don’t think a female running a house is a problem, a broken family. It’s perceived as one because of the notion that a head is a man.
There is nothing of any consequence in education, in the economy, in city planning, in social policy that does not concern black people.
At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.
Black literature is taught as sociology, as tolerance, not as a serious, rigorous art form.