Painting was, as it were, a new art, and being unshackled by old models it chose its own subjects, and took an eagle’s flight.

For instance, I like to wear men's underwear. Yes the tidy whities with the little pocket thing in front. I throw on some of those and wife beater and lounge in my house watching TV.

He did me a favor when he took the time to drive me home.

It's our life you're taking, you're making us poor, you have no right, these slaves are ours, until Marie wanted to fill their mouths with cotton, all the cotton that had ever been picked by their slaves, just stuff it down their mouths until they were as fat and soft as the huge pillows they slept on while their slaves slept on hard boards and straw in filthy rat-infested cabins.