Above all, I am an opera singer. This is how people will remember me.
I don't want to pass because I can't stand insincerities and shams. I am just as much Negro as any of the others identified with the race.
You see, I'm a mighty proud gal and I can't for the life of me, find any valid reason why anyone should lie about their origin or anything else for that matter. Frankly, I do not ascribe to the stupid theory of white supremacy and to try to hide the fact that I am a Negro for economic or any other reasons, if I do I would be agreeing to be a Negro makes me inferior and that I have swallowed whole hog all of the propaganda dished out by our fascist-minded white citizens.
In 'Imitation of Life', I was showing how a girl might feel under the circumstances, but I am not showing how I felt.
Before feminism, work was largely defined as what men did or would do. Thus, a working woman was someone who labored outside the home for money, masculine-style.
Motherhood is not for the faint-hearted. Frogs, skinned knees, and the insults of teenage girls are not meant for the wimpy.
I'm not naive enough to pretend that on its own cinema can capture the very soul of significant social and cultural problems.
Who is a good man? He who keeps the decrees of the fathers, and both human and divine laws. [Lat. , Vir bonus est quis? Qui consulta patrum, qui leges juraque servat. ]