I'm so used to being misunderstood.

I've never let the criticism deter me.

A psychiatrist once asked me to draw a picture of my family. This is when I was a member of a family of four. I drew the three other people in the family first, bodies and heads. And then, last, I began to draw myself - but gave up.

I didn't think of myself as an outsider because of my race because... where I grew up I was the same race as almost everyone else... It is true that I noticed things that no one else seemed to notice. And I think only people who are outsiders do this.

The inevitable is no less a shock just because it is inevitable.

None of us seem to think that we should draw a line under what would be a satisfactory amount of wealth.

He must have smiled at me, though I don't really know, but I don't like to think that I would love someone who hadn't first smiled at me.