I have been nominated three times. I have the little pieces of paper to prove it.

I am supposed to be, according to what I am told, one of the children of the cotton plantation owner's sons. If I could prove that, I'd own the whole goddamn everything.

A man has always wanted to lay me down but he never wanted to pick me up.

The stage floor was a stage of thin ice for me to tread. To hold my own or to sink through and die, never to be remembered.

I was trying to find out who my father was. They say that at that time, that if you are illegitimate, the father doesn't have to put his name down on the certificate.

Young ghetto boys thought that in this society, the good guys lost and the bad guys won.

Thank God I got the rejects. These animals are very, very affectionate.