I am black; I am in total fusion with the world, in sympathetic affinity with the earth, losing my id in the heart of the cosmos -- and the white man, however intelligent he may be, is incapable of understanding Louis Armstrong or songs from the Congo. I am black, not because of a curse, but because my skin has been able to capture all the cosmic effluvia. I am truly a drop of sun under the earth.

Get used to me, I am not getting used to anyone.

They realize at last that change does not mean reform, that change does not mean improvement.

For violence, like Achilles' lance, can heal the wounds it has inflicted.

What matters is not to know the world but to change it.

Imperialism leaves behind germs of rot which we must clinically detect and remove from our land but from our minds as well.

And it is clear that in the colonial countries the peasants alone are revolutionary, for they have nothing to lose and everything to gain. The starving peasant, outside the class system is the first among the exploited to discover that only violence pays. For him there is no compromise, no possible coming to terms; colonization and decolonization a simply a question of relative strength.