I can look back at different times in my life when I felt I could not find my way out of whatever it was. I'm not necessarily talking about marriage but I wanted to pack it in. I wanted to disappear. A lot of that has to do with being in the public eye.

Unfenced by law the unmarried lover can quit a bad relationship at any time. But you - the legally married person who wants to escape doomed love - may soon discover that a significant portion of your marriage contract belongs to the State and that it sometimes takes a very long while for the State to grant you your leave.

But marriage goes in waves. You've got to be patient. People bail and give up on their marriages way too early. They just don't put the work and the effort into it. You've got to suck up your ego a lot of times because that can be a big downfall.

Sometimes I bust out and do things so permanent. Like tattoos and marriage.

Never again! I can see no reason for marriage - ever at all. I've had it. Three times is enough.

In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar - a practice which is still continued.

She's been married so many times she has rice marks on her face.

Marriage is a feast where the grace is sometimes better than the dinner.

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

A lot of times black folks look for love in all the wrong places. You're always looking for somebody to love you be accepted and there's the insecurities that are even transmitted through rap. Everyone is trying to aim to please too much.

I love to put on lotion. Sometimes I'll watch TV and go into a lotion trance for an hour. I try to find brands that don't taste bad in case anyone wants to taste me.

Accept that all of us can be hurt that all of us can and surely will at times fail. Other vulnerabilities like being embarrassed or risking love can be terrifying too. I think we should follow a simple rule: if we can take the worst take the risk.

I love everything that's old - old friends old times old manners old books old wine.

Love is a fruit in season at all times and within reach of every hand.

A successful marriage requires falling in love many times always with the same person.

Sometimes it's hard to be a woman giving all your love to just one man.

Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.