People who think about art as an investment are pathetic.
Listen, we've got one little ol' black president, and white folks are upset, but they've had 43.
A new broom can sweep the floor, but an old broom knows where the dirt is.
I have nothing to do with racism in America; it was here when I got here.
People don't want to hear the truth, they never do. They wanna live in some kind of fantasy. And then when they get caught up in it, they start being in denial because they don't want to be wrong.
If your hair is relaxed, white people are relaxed. If your hair is nappy, they're not happy.
We have a lot of black Anglo-Saxons. Their skin is black, but their brain is white. When I get real mad at them, I call them graham crackers.
It is more than probable that I am not understood; but I fear, indeed, that it is in no manner possible to convey to the mind of the merely general reader, an adequate idea of that nervous intensity of interest with which, in my case, the powers of meditation (not to speak technically) busied and buried themselves, in the contemplation of even the most ordinary objects of the universe.
Anyone who tells you that American seniors are not either going to have their services cut or we're going to have to pay more is. . . lying about it.
And in the wake of Trump's elections, there have been reports across the country of intimidation, harassment and violence against those very groups. So if Trump is serious about unifying the country, if this is a thing he wants to do, then I think he needs to immediately speak against these acts of intimidation, harassment and violence that are happening to some degree in the name of the campaign that he ran.
If the Internet has given us anything, it's some idea of how much psychosis goes undiagnosed.