If you're black, if you're gay, if you're Latin - we're all the same. We're all the same, and we all want the same: We want to be happy.
Sometimes I wonder if I got lulled into not wanting things because I grew up black in this country.
Bobby Darin was one of the first to take black musicians on the road with his band, and there were places that didn't want him to play, and he stood up to it.
There's nothing worse, I guess, than being black in an all-white church or being southern and being a liberal.
I think there's nothing sadder than a pro athlete who plays past his prime.
I know I got it made while the masses of black people are catchin' hell, but as long as they ain't free, I ain't free.
…If one who slays one is a murderer then he who slays a thousand is not a hero,' said Lalu. - Pg. #112, Across the Black Waters.
What we really have to do is stop the adjective before the job title - whether it's 'black actor,' a 'gay actor' or anything actor.
Gun bans disarm victims, putting them at the mercy of murderers or terrorists who think nothing of breaking the gun laws.
We need the ability to buy healthcare insurance across state lines that would increase competition and drive down cost.
Many Muslims may not seek to kill the infidel, but they don't want to condemn those carrying out the holy book command.
In many ways, Nixon started the modern notion of 'compassionate conservatism,' which as we all know is neither 'compassionate' nor 'conservative.'
Just when you think you've heard it all from Team Obama, the next day brings another jaw-dropper.
We have entered an era vibrating with the din of small voices. Every citizen can be a reporter, can take on the powers that be.
With a modem, anyone can follow the world and report on the world-no middle man, no big brother. I guess this changes everything.
Not everything I do is gossip or bedroom. To the contrary, I think that's just an easy label to dismiss me and to dismiss the new medium.
A lot of the stories are internal. They leak it to me wanting to get attention, wanting to get that headline. More times than not, I will not give it to them.
The average married man lives two thousand and five days longer than his single counterpart, albeit with less reason.
Baby, black promoters oppressed me before white promoters ever got hold of me. Don't talk skin to me.
Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting sound where sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound
Savvy observers occasionally note television's resemblance to the weather: Everybody loves to complain about it, but nobody can do anything to fix it.
