Beautiful? It's all a question of luck. I was born with good legs. As for the rest... beautiful, no. Amusing, yes.

He was my cream, and I was his coffee - And when you poured us together, it was something.

Is that what they call a vocation, what you do with joy as if you had fire in your heart, the devil in your body?

One day I realized I was living in a country where I was afraid to be black. It was only a country for white people. Not black. So I left. I had been suffocating in the United States... A lot of us left, not because we wanted to leave, but because we couldn't stand it anymore... I felt liberated in Paris.

The secret to the fountain of youth is to think youthful thoughts.

I ran away from St. Louis, and then I ran away from the United States, because of that terror of discrimination.

I was a devil in other countries, and I was a little devil in America, too.