Today I believe in the possibility of love; that is why I endeavor to trace its imperfections, its perversions.

To speak a language is to take on a world, a culture.

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

Fervor is the weapon of choice for the impotent.

One avoids Creolisms. Some families completely forbid Creole and mothers ridicule their children for speaking it.

Collective guilt is borne by what is conventionally called the scapegoat. Now the scapegoat for white society - which is based on myths of progress, civilization, liberalism, education, enlightenment, refinement - will be precisely the force that opposes the expansion and the triumph of these myths. This brutal opposing force is supplied by the Negro.

Today I believe in the possibility of love; that is why I endeavor to trace its imperfections, its perversions.