The boys that were running away from America because they didn't want to get involved with the Vietnam War had come to me. They would tell me how they felt.

I was given away. If your mother gives you away, you think everybody who comes into your life is going to give you away.

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 fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me. And I want someone to share me, with me.

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

The thing that hurts, that became anger, was when I realized that if you tell the truth, in a country that says you’re entitled to tell the truth, you get your face slapped and you get put out of work.

Sometimes it's good to fall down to see who will pick you up.