GLOW is very much like an action movie. When there is fighting you are engaged and kind of like “Wow, look at them.” However, when the leads start talking about their problems, you begin to understand why Netflix is probably the only company which would greenlight something like this.
My mother always said when someone invites you to a new room, make sure you show up. Don’t go as someone else. “What Do I Care For Morning.” Queen Sugar
People ask me if you get nervous when you go on stage? It’s like asking a pilot if he gets nervous before a flight. I might hit some weather, but I feel like we normally land the plane. — Dave Chappelle – 6.30.2017 (The Breakfast Club)
It’s not necessarily you feel like you have something to prove, I’m sure you guys feel the same way, it’s like quality control. You want to make sure whatever you offer, you put your best foot forward. It doesn’t mean you don’t want to prove anything, it just means you respect the people that respect you and you wanna reciprocate their respect with a good product. — Dave Chappelle – 6.30.2017 (The Breakfast Club)
Passing the buck is how you get passed over. “Blind Items.” Daytime Divas
And the speaking will get easier and easier. And you will find you have fallen in love with your own vision, which you may never have realized you had. And you will lose some friends and lovers, and realize you don’t miss them. And new ones will find you and cherish you. And you will still flirt and paint your nails, dress up and party…. And at last you’ll know with surpassing certainty that only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth. And that is not speaking.
“Intro.” Surpassing Certainty: What My Twenties Taught Me – Location 12 (Originated by Audre Lorde)
The truth is a whip when wielded by a malicious mouth, lashing you into obedience and confinement, a stinging reminder that despite your best efforts, you are still captive to others.
“Intro.” Surpassing Certainty: What My Twenties Taught Me – Location 37
Forced disclosure always shook me, leaving me in a frightening space where my body served as proof of my realness. The need to prove myself valid was never-ending in its plea to affirm, connect, deny, and erase. I aspired daily to be like Toni Morrison’s Sula, a woman who shuns the demands placed on her by her watchful community, a woman who lacks ego, a woman OK in her otherness. She feels no pressure to verify herself. Her only aim is to be consistent, not with the world or those around her, but with herself.
“Intro.” Surpassing Certainty: What My Twenties Taught Me – Location 83 to 97
There are only so many vigils, so many murals, so many pleas for justice before we must succumb to the fact that our culture is intent on us not existing.
“Intro.” Surpassing Certainty: What My Twenties Taught Me – Location 111
So do you love God or are you in love with God? — “A Prayer for Mad Sweeney.” American Gods
I don’t need to understand every last thing about you. We could be together for as long as you have lived thus far, and I still wouldn’t know everything. All I need to understand is my place in your life and in return let you understand your place in mine. — Amari Sali
I do not pray to ask God for things. I pray to thank God for bringing me where I am. To this time, to this place, where I finally know what I must do in this life. — “Murder of Gods.” American Gods
Many people in general, not just celebrities, write about their own lives to find purpose for pain. […] Writing this book has […] allowed me to see people who have hurt me as just that. People. The hurt is no longer part of the equation. People. Just like me. I’m a person who has been hurt, but I’m also a person who has hurt. — “Next.” This Is Just My Face, Try Not To Stare (Page 234)
I prayed that whatever my life was supposed to be, whatever my path was, I would finally be on it. I was only twenty-four years old, but I was tired of fear. I was tired of running away from something I could see into something I couldn’t. — “Another Psychic Told Me so.” This Is Just My Face, Try Not To Stare (Page 190)
[…] my least favorite game ever: the “Is This a Date?” game! Fun for no one! Here’s how it goes. Flirty dude will text me some flirty/ friendly shit a few times, and then say, “We should link up.” Now the word link is some tricky Clinton administration number-one shit. It’s language that makes it hard to tell what’s actually happening. You can link up with your mom to celebrate her birthday but you can also link up with the dweeb you cheat off of in science class to let him cop a feel under the bleachers. What exactly does link up even mean? Nobody knows! And you can’t know until after the linkup! — “Is This a Date?” This Is Just My Face, Try Not To Stare (Page 170)
Dating seems to conclude with something being wrong with me. I’m not sure the mental gymnastics are worth it. […] In fact, I’m not done with dating just because I’m tired of it. It’s not even really my decision to stop. I’m being forced into retirement. — “Is This a Date?” This Is Just My Face, Try Not To Stare (Page 166-167)
You keep your horrible boyfriend around because you feel like shit, and he’s the only one around who agrees with you. He validates the part of you that thinks you deserve bad things instead of good things. When you start believing that you deserve good things, you’ll dump him because he won’t fit anymore. But for now, he treats you like shit because that’s what you want. — “Is This a Date?” This Is Just My Face, Try Not To Stare (Page 166)
I’m comfortable talking about pain. I’m comfortable taking about self-love. But the concept of romantic love feels weird and kind of foreign in my brain. — “Is This a Date?” This Is Just My Face, Try Not To Stare (Page 158)