There is no end to the cruelty of men threatened by strong women. So what’s a queen to do? She gets on her knees. She takes what she don’t want to, and we watch in easy f***ing judgment and pretend we’d do a single thing different in her shoes.

I’ve done the math. This times that equals you’re a c**t, divided by the only way I’m going to get what I need is if you give it to me, equals the only way you’re going to give it to me is if you don’t need it. Like my friend Jesus Christ, the only thing you need, dead wife, is resurrection.

I’m sorry. For lynching you. Hanged a dark-skinned man. Was in very poor taste. We’re in a weird, tense place racially in America, and I don’t want to add to that climate of hatred.

The only thing that scares me is being forgotten. I can survive most things, but not that.

I’ve crossed enough paths to know that one in four people are rock stupid. Even the smart ones have got some kind of delusion they believe in, whether it’s gods or ghosts.