It takes a long time, I think, to get to the place where you realize you may love the hairstyle that somebody else has.
I love people who have really long locs. I love how they can go in different directions or pile it up into a big crown on the head.
By 1916, as Madam Walker herself was developing more assertive views on race, she was becoming eager to assume her place alongside Harlem's famous, influential and intriguing residents.
When you look at traditions closely, examine what they really are, you realize they're made up of layers and layers of deferrals, delays, indecisions, tomorrows and long lunches.
Really, I like the future. I appreciate my automatic alarm-call necklace in case I get lost and confused in a mall. I appreciate the watch that tells the hospital my blood pressure's gone ballistic. I like my computer, just as long as it doesn't get ideas above its workstation.
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words, like 'What about lunch?'
Don't underestimate the value of doing nothing, of just going along, listening to all the thing you can't hear, and not bothering.
War is something of man's own fostering, and if all mankind renounces it, then it is no longer there.
The weapon of suicide bombing is so desperate that you aren't even left with the possibility of taking revenge or punishing anyone; the terrorist is killed along with his victims, his blood mixing with theirs.
Jerusalem doesn't belong only to Israelis and Palestinians, Muslims and Jews, but to the world.