I want you to remember when our White House reflected the best of who we are not the worst of what Europe has become.

Never once does 'Snow White' herself look in the mirror so she isn't aware of her beauty or what apparently that does to people. It's really just the queen and the prince that talk about it.

You know I always say white is not a colour white is an attitude and if you haven't got trillions of dollars in the bank that you don't need you can't be white.

It's important to debunk the myths of Africa being this benighted continent civilized only when white people arrived. In fact Africans had been creators of culture for thousands of years before. These were very intelligent subtle and sophisticated people with organized societies and great art.

I don't know much about auctions. I sometimes go to previews and see art sardined into ugly rooms. I've gawked at the gaudy prices and gaped at well-clad crowds of happy white people conspicuously spending hundreds of millions of dollars.

'Summer of Love: Art of the Psychedelic Era ' the Whitney Museum's 40th-anniversary trip down counterculture memory lane provides moments of buzzy fun but it'll leave you only comfortably numb. For starters it may be the whitest straightest most conservative show seen in a New York museum since psychedelia was new.

The giant white cube is now impeding rather than enhancing the rhythms of art. It preprograms a viewer's journey shifts the emphasis from process to product and lacks individuality and openness. It's not that art should be seen only in rutty bombed-out environments but it should seem alive.

Can space break? I mean the space of art galleries. Over the past 100 years art galleries have gone from looking like Beaux Arts salons to simple storefronts to industrial lofts to the gleaming giant white cubes of Chelsea with their shiny concrete floors.

Eloquence n. The art of orally persuading fools that white is the color that it appears to be. It includes the gift of making any color appear white.

What has happened to architecture since the second world war that the only passers-by who can contemplate it without pain are those equipped with a white stick and a dog?

What's fascinating about D.C. the exteriors are these elaborate structures this gorgeous architecture and beautiful stonework and then you go inside and it's crap-looking - apart from the White House which is beautiful.

I'm really busted up over this and I'm very very sorry to those people in the audience the blacks the Hispanics whites - everyone that was there that took the brunt of that anger and hate and rage and how it came through.

In high school I dated a white woman. She would come to visit me on the rez. And her dad who was very racist didn't like that at all. And he told her one time 'You shouldn't go on the rez if you're white because Indians have a lot of anger in their heart.'

I'm crazy about my father he's an amazing man a real adventurer. He took us with him to travel all over the world. We were in places that were so remote that white people hardly ever reach them.

It was amazing that a play that seems dated in this world... A man whose best friend is a six-foot white rabbit... But it caught on especially with young people - they surprised me most of all.

That show 'The Amazing Race' - is that about white people?

When I look into the crowd I see young and old black and white - it's amazing that I'm able to connect with so many different kinds of people.

Every now and then I have blissful moments of thanking God for all the amazing things that are happening. When I leave the White House after just meeting Obama or when I see my face on the cover of 'Rolling Stone' or when I meet someone who tells me that their daughter is inspired by me those are moments that are incredibly joyful.

The White House alone cannot hold its opponents accountable.

We are the only class in history that has been left to fight its battles alone unaided by the ruling powers. White labor and the freed black men had their champions but where are ours?

Can anyone understand how it is to have lived in the White House and then suddenly to be living alone as the President's widow?

Now suddenly there was nothing but a world of cloud and we three were there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us and it was very still but there were whispers.

We gave up some of our country to the white men thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.

I think this is the most extraordinary collection of talent of human knowledge that has ever been gathered at the White House - with the possible exception of when Thomas Jefferson dined alone.