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

I was learning the importance of names - having them, making them - but at the same time I sensed the dangers. Recognition was followed by oblivion, a yawning maw whose victims disappeared without a trace.

My people have a country of their own to go to if they choose... Africa... but, this America belongs to them just as much as it does to any of the white race... in some ways even more so, because they gave the sweat of their brow and their blood in slavery so that many parts of America could become prosperous and recognized in the world.

One dance had made me the most famous colored woman in the world.

You are on the eve of a complete victory. You can't go wrong. The world is behind you.

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?

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