It didn't matter as much because I'm a singer, not an actress, but my face is more acceptable in a way now than when I first came on the scene, because I'm part black.

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.

My look was even more solidified when I started singing in Greenwich Village with my sister Lucy. We wore matching dresses as the Simon Sisters.

I just want to show off my scar proudly and not be afraid of it.

A really strong woman accepts the war she went through and is ennobled by her scars.

The sound of birds stops the noise in my mind.

Everyone has problems, and learning to share them is essential. Hiding pain requires an enormous amount of energy; sharing it is liberating.

You know when you take the paint off an old canvas and you discover that something's been painted underneath it? That's what I feel like - that part of the old is coming through the new.

I've learned that nobody's perfect, and I don't expect myself to be perfect anymore.

Life is a dream even in its most painful moments, it's a dream that we can dance to.

My scar is beautiful. It looks like an arrow.

Friend who has fired the kingfishers and flamed the dragonflies – they catch your light however they move and beam it out of their eyes.

I don't try to be feminist. I just am. It's innately inside me. I have no interest in trying to be the perfect feminist, but I do believe feminists are in good hands with me.

If you look at the true essence of the Black Panthers, they were more of a community protection group.

One thing is certain in life. Just when things are going well, soon afterward they are certain to go wrong. It's just the way things are meant to be.

No matter how impossible this war, I shall fight to win. Whatever I have to do, I will do.

It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.

When I was in school, there was no such thing as girls athletics.

& if I'm fake I aint notice cause my money aint

Wisdom flashes like lightening amidst the clouds of the inner sky; one has to foster the flash, and preserve the light. That is the true sign of the 'educated' person.

I should like to suggest that at least on the face of it a stroke by stroke story of a copulation is exactly as absurd as a chew by chew account of the consumption of a chicken's wing.