Under the spreading chestnut tree$$$ I sold you and you sold me.

You feel good$$$ you feel bad$$$ and these feelings are bubbling from your own unconsciousness$$$ from your own past. Nobody is responsible except you. Nobody can make you angry$$$ and nobody can make you happy.

Give death announcements each time you move instead of giving announcements of the change of address. Send the same when you die.

Anything that you can't have$$$ you destroy.

To be black was to be the beneficiary of a great inheritance$$$ a special destiny$$$ glorious burdens that only we were strong enough to bear.

Don't let your failures define you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength$$$ not a weakness.

At the moment that we persuade a child$$$ any child$$$ to cross that threshold$$$ that magic threshold into a library$$$ we change their lives forever$$$ for the better.

Where you are right now doesn't have to determine where you'll end up

In the face of impossible odds$$$ people who love this country can change it.