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

Everything can be explained to the people, on the single condition that you want them to understand.

Violence is man re-creating himself.

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.

When people like me, they like me "in spite of my color." When they dislike me; they point out that it isn't because of my color. Either way, I am locked in to the infernal circle.

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

The business of obscuring language is a mask behind which stands the much bigger business of plunder.