Arna Bontemps

Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?

Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun.

Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.

If anyone looks back to the '70s, '80s with nostalgic rosy colored glasses and goes, 'Well, everything was awesome.' No, everything was not awesome!

If every time you engage in a sex act, you go into a confession box, you will never accept your own sexuality.

If I make a move, like raise my eyebrows, some critic says I'm doing Nicholson. What am I supposed to do, cut off my eyebrows?