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.

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

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

I, the man of color, want only this: That the tool never possess the man. That the enslavement of man by man cease forever. That is, of one by another. That it be possible for me to discover and to love man, wherever he may be.

The colonized is elevated above his jungle status in proportion to his adoption of the mother country's cultural standards.

Fervor is the weapon of choice for the impotent.

In the World through which I travel, I am endlessly creating myself.