Somehow, the things my mother wanted to do, the release in evangelism she sought with such frenzy, were transferred to me.

There was one emotional outlet my people always had when they had the blues. That was singing.

I had a probing mind and an elephant memory.

Today or any day that phone may ring and bring good news.

After years in white theaters I dreaded working in colored houses. The noise, the stomping, whistling, and cheering that hadn't annoyed me when I was young was now something I dreaded.

I have reason to be shy. I've been hurt plenty.

Whenever I played Columbus, Ohio, I dropped in to see my close friend, a medium who had mysterious powers. Her Indian guide was Mohawk.