“You took the ease off my mindAnd put it behindYou were there for all my needsSo baby please stay”

“And i can't get you out of my head,how in the world will i beginto let you walk right out my lifeand blow my heart away?”

“..And i can't get you out of my mind,God knows how hard I've tried”

“First thing early Monday morningI'm gonna pack my tears awayGot no cause to look backI'm lookin' for me a better day”

“In the real world, he and I could never work. I kissed him just that much harder and pushed all thoughts of why this was wrong to the back of my mind and surrendered to all the reasons it felt right.”

“For the most basic assumption that dictated my early attempts to respond to creative music commentary was the mistaken belief that western journalists had some fundamental understanding of black creativity—or even western creativity—but this assumption was seriously in error.”

“I'll tend to her as no mother ever tended a child, a daughter. Nobody will ever get my milk no more except my own children. I never had to give it to nobody else--and the one time I did it was took from me--they held me down and took it. Milk that belonged to my baby.... I know what it is to be without the milk that belongs to you; to have to fight and holler for it, and to have so little left.”