Why Do I Write? The Truth, The

Life Is Accepting What Is And Working From That.

Black Isn't Beautiful And It Isn't Ugly - Black Is! It's Not Kinky Hair And It's Not Straight Hair - It Just Is.

Sometimes Being A Friend Means Mastering The Art Of Timing. There Is A Time For Silence. A Time To Let Go... And A Time To Prepare To Pick Up The Pieces When It's All Over.

We Get So Caught Up In What A Man Isn't. It's What He Is That Counts.

One Should Be Able To Return To The First Sentence Of A Novel And Find The Resonances Of The Entire Work.