To my father, who told me the stories that matter. To my mother, who taught me to remember them. — Marita Golden Copy Share Image
I am a stranger to half measures. With life I am on the attack, restlessly ferreting out each pleasure, foraging for answers, wringing from… — Marita Golden Copy Share Image
Ironically, white America will catapult books about race to the top of the best-seller list, even as racism remains a national open wound. Obsession… — Marita Golden Copy Share Image
“We knew no one man had killed the prophet. Rather, the combined weight of racism and an absence of moral courage had crushed him.… — Marita Golden Copy Share Image
We black women must forgive black men for not protecting us against slavery, racism, white men, our confusion, their doubts. And black men must… — Marita Golden Copy Share Image
Love is going to replace life and from then on it's all smooth sailing. Love will replace life. — Marita Golden Copy Share Image
Imagination bound us stronger than love. Within its limitless borders we launched ships and love affairs, discovered lost worlds, made buildings and babies, found… — Marita Golden Copy Share Image
The symbiotic relationship between reading and writing is a cornerstone of our individual intellectual journey and our educational system. We write as an act… — Marita Golden Copy Share Image
Novelists have to love humanity to write anything worthwhile. Poets have to love themselves. — Marita Golden Copy Share Image
Racism is a virus. And since nobody's really looking too hard for a cure it reproduces itself over and over again. — Marita Golden Copy Share Image
To my father, who told me the stories that matter. To my mother, who taught me to remember them. — Marita Golden Copy Share Image
“My life is too important to share with someone who can't understand it.” — marita golden Copy Share Image
