Love Is Many Things. It Is Varied.

My Mother Raised Me, And Then Freed Me.

Of Course, There Are Those Critics - New York Critics As A Rule - Who Say, 'well, Maya Angelou Has A New Book Out And Of Course It's Good But Then She's A Natural Writer.' Those Are The Ones I Want To Grab By The Throat And Wrestle To The Floor Because It Takes Me Forever To Get It To Sing. I Work At The Language.

Prejudice Is A Burden That Confuses The Past, Threatens The Future And Renders The Present Inaccessible.

I Think That That's The Wisest Thing - To Prevent Illness Before We Try To Cure Something.

All Riddles Are Blues, / And All Blues Are Sad, / And I'm Only Mentioning / Some Blues I've Had.