I'm So Used To Being Misunderstood.

There's Something To Be Said About A Slightly Plump Person—you Have Just Enough Of Too Much.

In My Writing I'm Trying To Explore The Violations People Commit Upon Each Other. And The Important Thing Isn't Whether I'm Angry. The More Important Thing Is, Is It True? Do These Things Really Happen?

He Must Have Smiled At Me, Though I Don't Really Know, But I Don't Like To Think That I Would Love Someone Who Hadn't First Smiled At Me.

The African-american Is Often Used, And Has Conspired With The Rest Of America To Be Used, As A Diversion From America's Problems. I Wish African-americans Would Stop Contributing To This Sideshow. I Also Wish All African-americans Would Cease To Sing And Dance Just For A Generation. I Think We Provide Too Much Entertainment.

I Wish That I Could Love Someone So Much That I Would Die From It.