I got treated very badly in Texas. They don't treat beatniks too good in Texas. Port Arthur people thought I was a beatnik, though they'd never seen one and neither had I.

I'd rather not sing than sing quiet.

My father wouldn't get us a TV, he wouldn't allow a TV in the house.

I won't quit to become someone's old lady.

I'm not really thinking much... Just sort of, trying to feel.

You know why we're stuck with the myth that only black people have soul? Because white people don't let themselves feel things.

Don't compromise your self, you're all you got.