I am an isolationist.

What impressed me most about New York were its huge apartment houses.

I learned early in life not to judge others. We outcasts are very happy and content to leave that job to our social superiors.

My aunts lived on liquor and seldom felt like eating much. I don't know what's wrong about a kid stealing when he's hungry.

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 dressed plain, but my partners were always spending more money on clothes than I could afford.

I'm not afraid to die. I'm looking forward to it. I know the Lord has His arms wrapped around this big sparrow.