“I have a black-belt in self-pity. I was an expert in the field. Still am. It's a skill you never forget.”
“I was so self-critical. I still am; but it's not as bad anymore.”
“I particularly scorn my fondness for paradox. I despise pessimism, narcissism, solipsism, truculence, word-play, and pusillanimity, my chiefer inclinations; loathe self-loathers ergo me; have no pity for self-pity and so am free of that sweet baseness. I doubt I am. Being me’s no joke.”
“I wept in self-pity, and because I knew you could never go back. You chose your path, and that was it.”
“Never, never, never. I am never going to forget you.”
“I am a human being; I am a woman; I am a black woman; I am an African. Once I was free; then I was captured and became a slave; but inside me, I have never been a slave; even today, inside me, here, and here, I am still a free woman.”