[On being shown an apartment by a real estate agent:] Oh, dear, that's much too big. All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few friends.
I just don't think men fancy me.
The more I read about feeding times, sleep times and waking-up times, the more inadequate and miserable I felt.
What's so brave about being bald? I've not fought for my country or found the cure for cancer - I've just gone out without my hat on!
I don't think I'm that intelligent. I think I'm semi-intelligent.
I don't miss my pin-up days. I'm far too old for that malarkey.
Every day I do something that freaks me out.
Take a Deep Breath & Focus on What's Really Important.
The age-old faith of lovers and poets in the power of love, stronger than death, that Finis vitae sed non amoris , is a lie, useless and not even funny.
Somebody will be upset and say I got rich and deserted my female people; No offense, but the only black woman I ever loved is my mama.
Such is the breathtaking speciesism of our Christian-inspired attitudes, the abortion of a single human zygote can arouse more moral solicitude and righteous indignation than the vivasection of any number of intelligent adult chimpanzees! The only reason we can be comfortable with such a double standard is that the intermediates between humans and chimps are all dead.