The old Catholic parties hounded me with a Christian hatred from station to station, city to city, one stage to another.

I have two loves: my country and Paris.

I shall dance all my life. . . . I would like to die, breathless, spent, at the end of a dance.

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

Friends, to me for years St. Louis represented a city of fear... humiliation... misery and terror... A city where in the eyes of the white man a Negro should know his place and had better stay in it.

I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't have any clothes on.

All my life, I have maintained that the people of the world can learn to live together in peace if they are not brought up in prejudice.