I don't see a white woman. I see a black woman, even though my mother is white. Knowing that has made my life easier, I think.
I'm not like a real person. I love being artificial. I think there's a little magic in the fact that I'm so totally real, but look so artificial at the same time.
You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.
When people like me, they like me "in spite of my color." When they dislike me; they point out that it isn't because of my color. Either way, I am locked in to the infernal circle.
I think there is a little magic in the fact that I'm so totally real but look so artificial at the same time.
I was a personality before I became a person - I am simple, complex, generous, selfish, unattractive, beautiful, lazy and driven.
What characterizes a member of a minority group is that he is forced to see himself as both exceptional and insignificant, marvelous and awful, good and evil.
We don't know what change is because we don't know what the hell we are. If I wake up tomorrow and do the exact opposite of everything I do today, am I a changed person? Or am I simply the same person who decided to try something different?
Once it has learned to dream the double, the self arrives at this weird crossroad and a moment comes when one realizes that it is the double who dreams the self.
Canada is the only country in the world that knows how to live without an identity.
I am the ultimate California girl, which is funny, being that I'm Canadian.
