The only way that residual racist feelings could affect legislation, in my opinion, is through a lack of priorities, from not doing things.

English, however, is kinky. It has a predilection for dressing up like Welsh on lonely nights.

People have been warning us that language was going to the dogs ever since Latin started turning into French. Yet the dogs in question never seem to emerge yelping on the horizon.

Racism is not dead. Definitely, there are these biases.

Texting is very loose in its structure. No one thinks about capital letters or punctuation when one texts, but then again, do you think about those things when you talk?

People think of black English as ungrammatical, but it bears the same relationship to standard English as contemporary Hebrew does to ancient Hebrew.

Texting is fingered speech. Now we can write the way we talk.

A person you excuse from any genuine challenge is a person you do not truly respect.

Every third person in the world is a drama queen. And crying ‘victim,’ especially when you’re not really a victim in any real way, feels good. It feels good to cry victim if you’re not one.

No longer can we measure compassion by how much we spend on poverty but how many people we help to lift out of poverty.