You've got to change your evil ways, baby, before I start loving you.

A young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief.

To accept injustice or segregation passively is to say to the oppressor that his actions are morally right. It is a way of allowing his conscience to fall asleep. At this moment the oppressed fails to be his brother's keeper. So acquiescence-while often the easier way-is not the moral way. It is the way of the coward.

Love is the narrative and the intention and the obstacle.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

The biggest changes in a women's nature are brought by love; in man, by ambition.