No amounts of stone and bone could yield the kinds of information that the paintings gave so freely.
“They said that Etta James is still vulgar. I said, Oh, how dare them say I'm still vulgar. I'm vulgar because I dance in the chair. What would they want me to do? Want me to just be still or something like that? I've got to do something.”
“There is not a soul who does not have to beg alms of another, either a smile, a handshake, or a fond eye.”