When you clench your fist, no one can put anything in your hand.

Racism is taught in our society, it is not automatic. It is learned behavior toward persons with dissimilar physical characteristics.

Every time an old person dies, it's like a library burning down.

Brown people wouldn't speak to someone who was black.

History is written by winners.

In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage- to know who we are and where we have come from. Without this enriching knowledge, there is a hollow yearning. No matter what our attainments in life, there is still a vacuum, an emptiness, and the most disquieting loneliness.

Every death is like the burning of a library.