Among Negroes it is a bad omen when someone knocks on the door of a house where a person has died.

Only those who are being burned know what fire is like.

I want affection and tenderness desperately, but there's something in me that prevents me from handing it out.

Many people know how to criticize, but few know how to praise.

I have always been psychic. The walls of any room I walk into talk to me.

I was born out of wedlock. Nobody brought me up.

I never felt I belonged. I was always an outsider.