“And I can’t die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I’m a cracked plate.”

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.

Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

Mystery is the essence of divinity

I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.

Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

No, I do not weep at the world. I’m too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.

My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.

So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.

A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.

Look like she been livin’ through a hundred years in January without one day of spring.

They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

Even as someone who’s labeled a conservative – I’m a Republican I’m black, I’m heading up this organization in the Reagan administration – I can say that conservatives don’t exactly break their necks to tell blacks that they’re welcome.

I think people are slowly realizing that don’t have to be looking in a mirror to enjoy something. And they’re realizing that watching a show with drag queens in it doesn’t make you gay any more then listening to rap makes you black.

For years, ‘Drag Race’ was gay people’s best kept secret. When I started doing drag, people didn’t know anything about it. Look at it now: it’s like it’s gone from black and white to IMAX.

You accuse me of black marketing, but which of you has not slept with me?

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.

I want to be the black and white moment that flashes in front of your eyes, when you hum your favorite tune; your soul song.

I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.

As a black man, I have to respect myself and have nice things. As a man in general.