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

Twenty-five years is a long time for a girl to live out of a trunk, and after looking over a few houses, I fell in love with one in Southwest Los Angeles.

We miss a lot in life because we don't know when to quit, what to leave out.

Basically there is no difference between whites and blacks, browns and yellows. I decided to think no more of people as Northerners and Southerners.

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

Though I was excited about the Sojourner Truth play, it was not reassuring to think that my entire future might depend on the success of that one show.

I am an isolationist.