“Storytellers are a threat. They threaten all champions of control, they frighten usurpers of the right-to-freedom of the human spirit -- in state, in church or mosque, in party congress, in the uni...”

“Looking at a king's mouth, ' said an old man, 'one would think he never sucked at his mother's breast.”

“In such a regime, I say you died a good death if your life had inspired someone to come forward and shoot your murderer in the chest - without asking to be paid.”

“Mr. Brown had thought of nothing but numbers. He should have known that the kingdom of God did not depend on large crowds. Our Lord Himself stressed the importance of fewness. Narrow is the way and...”

“When mother-cow is chewing grass its young ones watch its mouth”

“When the moon is shining the cripple becomes hungry for a walk”

“No body wishes more than I do to see such proofs as you exhibit, that nature has given to our black brethren, talents equal to those of the other colors of men, and that the appearance of a want of...”

“Racial prejudice has always been a difficult topic for me. On several occasions I've withdrawn from conversations that devolved into white bashing. I can never make a general negative statements ba...”

“My story has more than a "great white hope" plot. I loved and respected Tom because he was a servant of God who happened to be white, just as I feel I am a servant of God who happens to be black an...”

“If everyone helps to hold up the sky, then one person does not become tired.”

“it ain't as hard as picking cotton”

“It would be better not to know so many things than to know so many things that are not so.”

“Ill never forget the magic of our Saturday nights. Special moments carved in my mind by you the sculptor of my love. Lets dance the night away. Who needs music, when your heart already sings to me.”

“The morning was, therefore, a mixture of a plenitude of densities, from the presence of the placid birds, to the mundane premonition, to the spring of small glisters which accompanied that autumnal...”

“... after daybreak is when I will already have died. At that moment I will only know of beautiful things: the certainties, the desires. When the sun bathes me, I will be something else: without mir...”