I asked her if I was black or white. She replied “You are a human being. Educate yourself or you’ll be a nobody!
God is the color of water. Water doesn’t have a color.
Not a week after Annie put her foot in Mrs. Huffmaster’s duff, the Captain upped and laid down the date.
My parents were nonmaterialistic. They believed that money without knowledge was worthless, that education tempered with religion was the way to climb out of poverty in America, and over the years they were proven right.
It’s God’s world. He washes you clean. He makes you whole. He puts rain in your garden and sunshine in your heart. “Clarence
I come to the understanding that maybe what was on the inside was more important, and that your outer covering didn’t count so much as folks thought it did, colored or white, man or woman.
We all got to die,” she said. “But dying as your true self is always better. God’ll take you however you come to Him. But it’s easier on a soul to come to Him clean. You’re forever free that way. From top to bottom.
Fiction makes your dreams come true, and, as a writer, fiction allows you to delve into the area of miracles.
We would not have been a successful family without my father and stepfather, who were working-class men with better dreams for their children. We just wore them out.
If you don’t have humor, you’re not going to make it. You’re going to be one of those people who walks around with your head about to explode.