The facts tell us that no religious Faith releases – or ever has released at any moment in History – a higher degree of warmth, a more intense dynamism of unification than the Christianity of our own day – and the more Catholic it is, the truer my words.
There, they tell me to wear the veil. Here, they are telling me to put my hips in a little girl’s skirt, and I am this lovely full woman. You’ve got this Ph.D. and you’re worrying, ‘Am I skinny enough?’
If you want grown-ups to recycle, just tell their kids the importance of recycling, and they’ll be all over it.
I think what gets a poem going is an initiating line. Sometimes a first line will occur, and it goes nowhere; but other times – and this, I think, is a sense you develop – I can tell that the line wants to continue. If it does, I can feel a sense of momentum – the poem finds a reason for continuing.
How dare anyone, parent, schoolteacher, or merely literary critic, tell me not to act colored.
Faith indeed tells what the senses do not tell, but not the contrary of what they see. It is above them and not contrary to them.
Hold those things that tell your history and protect them. During slavery, who was able to read or write or keep anything? The ability to have somebody to tell your story to is so important. It says: ‘I was here. I may be sold tomorrow. But you know I was here.’
Just being aware of what you are about to do greatly diminishes the tendency to do what you don’t want to. You will pull your hand back from that pizza slice, tell the waitress that you are passing on dessert, put on your gym shoes instead of going under the comforter, and take several deep breaths instead of screaming at your daughter.
I know a way to stay friends forever, There’s really nothing to it, I tell you what to do, And you do it.
When you feel bad, find a person to talk to and cry with, to tell of your anger and other helpless feelings.