For I am coconut / and the heart of me / is sweeter / than you know. — Nikki Grimes Coconuts Copy Share Image
“He'll never do it again,' she swears, but he will because she'll let him. Now me? I've got no use for imitation… — Nikki Grimes Imitation Copy Share Image
“So don't tell me that I can't fit in. My heart beats like a talking drum.” — Nikki Grimes Heart beats Copy Share Image
“Choose whatever box you like, Mike. Just don't put me in one, son. Believe me, I won't fit.” — Nikki Grimes Copy Share Image
Something about your life always makes its way into your stories. That's just the nature of the beast. — Nikki Grimes About Copy Share Image
“I'd pretend their words were water and let them roll off my back. Now, I'm nobody's duck, and their words stung a… — Nikki Grimes Stung Copy Share Image
Something about your life always makes its way into your stories. Thats just the nature of the beast. — Nikki Grimes Beast Copy Share Image
“You have to take people one at a time, check out what's in their head and heart before you judge.” — Nikki Grimes Check Copy Share Image
“Only the wind shatters the silence. I have been here before choking in solitude.” — Nikki Grimes Silence Copy Share Image
“Ready or not, I peer into your soul and dive deep... Your eyes don't like what I see. You don't want to… — Nikki Grimes Curse Copy Share Image
Originally I had planned to write just a couple of children's books and then, return the focus on adult literature. A funny… — Nikki Grimes Adult Copy Share Image
In 'Out of the Dark,' I'm talking about my own life. I'm not talking as a character or speaking as a character.… — Nikki Grimes About Copy Share Image
“Love is not me being who you want. Your definition is a whirlpool trying to suck me in and I'm drowning. Don't… — Nikki Grimes Love Copy Share Image
“The crashing sound of years lost shattered in her ears, and new fears emerged from the looking glass. Sometimes I wonder if… — Nikki Grimes Fear Copy Share Image
“I watch myself, like some stranger, rise and march right over to sit beside my old enemy, because you tell me your… — Nikki Grimes Friend Copy Share Image
In one sense, the stories I read betrayed me. Too few gave me back my mirror image. Fewer still spoke to, or… — Nikki Grimes Acknowledged Copy Share Image
Look around. Take the tour. Fear hangs on the wall and shame sometimes. Emotional dislocation too. But I am brave in my… — Nikki Grimes Admission Copy Share Image
“I woke up this morning exhausted from hiding the me of me. So I stand here confiding there's more to Devon than… — Nikki Grimes Poet Copy Share Image
I am particularly conscious of my connection to the poets of the Harlem Renaissance because I, too, am a Black poet, born… — Nikki Grimes Associates Copy Share Image
“The lack of goodness in the young gun's heart was oxygen to the fire, and so he burned for a good long… — Nikki Grimes Dream Copy Share Image
“The foster home they were leaving was no place to be. The mother, Mrs. Boone, slapped Paris around every time her real… — Nikki Grimes Award-winning-author Copy Share Image
It seemed uncanny that words, spread across a page just so, had the power to transport me to another time or place.… — Nikki Grimes Across Copy Share Image
“At the edge of heartbreak, we both take a leap into the unknown...That's when we see it, a buoy callled friendship.” — Nikki Grimes Friend Copy Share Image
I'm an artist...The difference is that I don't tell anybody. I refuse to give them new reasons to laugh at me. — Nikki Grimes Art Copy Share Image
I spent many hours ensconced in the local library, reading - nay, devouring - book after book after book. Books were my… — Nikki Grimes After Copy Share Image
“Jealousy is a waste of energy...focus on what I have, not what I don't.” — Nikki Grimes Energy Copy Share Image
Each of us is tied, in some fashion, to the past. We are all part of a continuum. — Nikki Grimes Continuum Copy Share Image
“The day she clips her way out of her cocoon, the only sound she plans to hear is a deafening cheer.” — Nikki Grimes Cocoon Copy Share Image
“You laugh, rap my woody shell with wicked whispers shaped like knuckles, then toss me aside. Lucky for me, I don't bruise… — Nikki Grimes Like Knuckles Copy Share Image
When I think of the Harlem Renaissance, I think of bright colors, and bold, dynamic art. African American artists of the period… — Nikki Grimes African american Copy Share Image
