I never lost a passenger.

I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.

If I could have convinced more slaves that they were slaves, I could have freed thousands more.

Quakers almost as good as colored. They call themselves friends and you can trust them every time.

I grew up like a neglected weed - ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.

Never wound a snake; kill it.

I freed a thousand slaves I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves.

I was the conductor of the Underground Railroad for eight years, and I can say what most conductors can't say; I never ran my train off the track and I never lost a passenger.

I can't die but once.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

I had reasoned this out in my mind, there was one of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one, I would have the other.

I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything. The sun came up like gold through the trees, and I felt like I was in heaven.

I would fight for my liberty so long as my strength lasted, and if the time came for me to go, the Lord would let them take me.

You'll be free or die!

I never lost a passenger.

I never ran my train off the track, and I never lost a passenger.

Lord, I'm going to hold steady on to You and You've got to see me through.

'Pears like I prayed all the time, 'bout my work, everywhere, I prayed an' groaned to the Lord.

'Pears like my heart go flutter, flutter, and then they may say, 'Peace, Peace,' as much as they likes - I know it's goin' to be war!

As I lay so sick on my bed, from Christmas till March, I was always praying for poor ole master. 'Pears like I didn't do nothing but pray for ole master. 'Oh, Lord, convert ole master;' 'Oh, dear Lord, change dat man's heart, and make him a Christian.'

I had two sisters carried away in a chain-gang - one of them left two children. We were always uneasy.

I never had anything good, no sweet, no sugar; and that sugar, right by me, did look so nice, and my mistress's back was turned to me while she was fighting with her husband, so I just put my fingers in the sugar bowl to take one lump, and maybe she heard me, for she turned and saw me. The next minute, she had the rawhide down.

I said to de Lord, 'I'm goin' to hold steady on to you, an' I know you'll see me through.'

I think slavery is the next thing to hell. If a person would send another into bondage, he would, it appears to me, be bad enough to send him into hell if he could.

I think there's many a slaveholder'll get to Heaven. They don't know better. They acts up to the light they have.

I've heard 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' read, and I tell you Mrs. Stowe's pen hasn't begun to paint what slavery is as I have seen it at the far South. I've seen de real thing, and I don't want to see it on no stage or in no theater.

In my dreams and visions, I seemed to see a line, and on the other side of that line were green fields, and lovely flowers, and beautiful white ladies, who stretched out their arms to me over the line, but I couldn't reach them no-how. I always fell before I got to the line.

Most of those coming from the mainland are very destitute, almost naked. I am trying to find places for those able to work, and provide for them as best I can, so as to lighten the burden on the Government as much as possible, while at the same time they learn to respect themselves by earning their own living.

Now I've been free, I know what a dreadful condition slavery is. I have seen hundreds of escaped slaves, but I never saw one who was willing to go back and be a slave.

Read my letter to the old folks, and give my love to them, and tell my brothers to be always watching unto prayer, and when the good old ship of Zion comes along, to be ready to step aboard.

Twasn't me, 'twas the Lord! I always told Him, 'I trust to you. I don't know where to go or what to do, but I expect You to lead me,' an' He always did.

You’ll be free or die!

Slavery is the next thing to hell.

Never wound a snake kill it.

I grew up like a neglected weed ignorant of liberty having no experience of it.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember you have within you the strength the patience and the passion and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember you have within you the srength the patience and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember you have within you the strength the patience and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

Always remember you have within you the strength the patience and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

If you hear the dogs, keep going. If you see the torches in the woods, keep going. If there's shouting after you, keep going. Don't ever stop. Keep going. If you want a taste of freedom, keep going.

I will calmly wait for my induction to the Baseball Hall of Fame. Don't I have the numbers to be inducted?

I don't like to talk about myself.

I cycled when I was at high school, then reconnected with bikes in New York in the late '70s. It was a good way of getting around the clubs and galleries of the Lower East Side and Soho.

You gotta keep trying to find your niche and trying to fit into whatever slot that's left for you or to make one of your own.

Nonfiction is both easier and harder to write than fiction. It's easier because the facts are already laid out before you, and there is already a narrative arc. What makes it harder is that you are not free to use your imagination and creativity to fill in any missing gaps within the story.

The women that inspire me are the ones who have careers and children; why would I want to limit myself? I've always wanted to have children, and I would never give up that experience for a career. I want to have it all.

Like many alcoholics, I was a staggering woman in a chic apartment, sick and utterly disgusting.

'Morsel' is a perfect word. Forming those six letters on the lips and tongue prompts an instantaneous physiological reaction. The mouth waters. The lips purse.

Negative thoughts are the nails that build a prison of failure.