When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.
“I would never do crack... I would never do a drug named after a part of my own ass, okay?”
“I can't imagine wanting to be famous just for the sake of being famous. I think fame should come along with success, talent.”