Hard times require furious dancing. Each of us is proof.

I almost never do anything for Black History Month, because I feel it's just another way to separate us.

Only dead people need loud music, you know.

Sometimes, reading a blog, which I do infrequently, I see that generations of Americans have been wilfully crippled, and can no longer spell or write a sentence.

I have fought and kicked and fasted and prayed and cursed and cried myself to the point of existing.

human animals and nonhuman animals can communicate quite well; if we are brought up around animals as children we take this for granted. By the time we are adults we no longer remember.

The protection of evil must be the most self-destructive job.