Art Is An Elastic Sort Of Love.

One Day I Realized I Was Living In A Country Where I Was Afraid To Be Black. It Was Only A Country For White People. Not Black. So I Left. I Had Been Suffocating In The United States... A Lot Of Us Left, Not Because We Wanted To Leave, But Because We Couldn't Stand It Anymore... I Felt Liberated In Paris.

A Violinist Had A Violin, A Painter His Palette. All I Had Was Myself. I Was The Instrument That I Must Care For.

I Shall Dance All My Life. . . . I Would Like To Die, Breathless, Spent, At The End Of A Dance.

I'm Not Intimidated By Anyone. Everyone Is Made With Two Arms, Two Legs, A Stomach And A Head. Just Think About That.

We've Got To Show That Blacks And Whites Are Treated Equally In The Army. Otherwise, What's The Point Of Waging War On Hitler?