Womens, they ain't like men. A woman ain't gone beat you with a stick. Miss Hilly wouldn't pull no pistol on me. Miss Leefolt wouldn't come burn my house down. No, white womens like to keep they hands clean. They got a shiny little set of tools they use, sharp as witches' fingernails, tidy and laid out neat, like the picks on a dentist tray. They gone take they time with em.

They say it's like true love, good help. You only get one in a lifetime.

I have never been more proud of the United States than I am this year. We have elected an African-American president. We have the stellar Michelle Obama setting the standard for American women. I simply cannot say it enough: look how far we've come.

If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.

Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious

Cause everbody care. Black, white, deep down we all do.

That's the way prayer do. It's like electricity, it keeps things going.