I Wasn't Really Naked. I Simply Didn't

I Love Performing. I Shall Perform Until The Day I Die.

A Violinist Had A Violin, A Painter His Palette. All I Had Was Myself. I Was The Instrument That I Must Care For.

One Dance Had Made Me The Most Famous Colored Woman In The World.

Sex Was A Pleasurable Form Of Exercise, Like Dancing.

I Spent 30 Minutes Each Morning Rubbing My Body With Half A Lemon To Lighten My Skin.