I had to see and feel and be with the thing that I wanted to write about.

I still don't even know if the sheriff will let me see him. And suppose he did; what then? What do I say to him? Do I know what a man is? Do I know how a man is supposed to die? I'm still trying to find out how a man should live. Am I supposed to tell someone how to die who has never lived?

A myth is an old lie that people believe in. White people believe that they're better than anyone else on earth - and that's a myth.

Anytime a child is born, the old people look in his face and ask him if he's the One.

Only when the mind is free has the body a chance to be free. Yes, they must believe, they must believe. Because I know what it means to be a slave. I am a slave.

We wait till now? Now, when we're old men, we get to be brave?

We all have much more in common than we have difference. I would say that about people all over the world. They don't know how much in common that they have