You were playing your instruments? Or do you have tape recorders under your seats?

You were placed on this earth to create not to compete.

You were perfect -- perfect for me -- and I love you.

You were part of a parish life. It was a great community to grow up in. I just was impressed by our parish priests. After a while, I began to think maybe I could do that.

You were only truly patriotic if you had a laborer for a grandfather and were glad of it.

You were only a goalkeeper.

You were one person, and you changed the world.

You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you.

You were not wanted. You were, at best, tolerated. You had to be constantly on your guard, like an animal in a jungle full of beasts of prey. You experienced it all within the short distance of five miles from the gates of St. Peter's to Park Station in the city.

You were not supposed to show off in Negroland because you are supposed to be perfectly decorous and well behaved. You were also not supposed to tell any stories that reflected badly on the group because that reflected badly on the race. I use past tense, but it still feels like present tense.

You were not put on this Earth to be someone's emotional dumping ground. Stop allowing the trash talk, and throw them away with the next garbage pick up.