One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable, and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.
“I just know so many people who have six or seven foreign languages and have read everything and have musical training and they are still dorks.”
“Baby, black promoters oppressed me before white promoters ever got hold of me. Don't talk skin to me.”