In my case, I think my exile saved my life, for it inexorably confirmed something which Americans appear to have great difficulty accepting. Which is, simply, this: a man is not a man until he is able and willing to accept his own vision of the world, no matter how radically this vision departs from others.

Voyagers discover that the world can never be larger than the person that is in the world; but it is impossible to foresee this, it is impossible to be warned.

Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated, and this was an immutable law.

Freedom lurked around us and I understood, at last, that he could help us be free if we would listen, that he would never be free until we did.

The victim who is able to articulate the situation of the victim has ceased to be a victim: he or she has become a threat.

A ghetto can be improved in one way only: out of existence.

Yr crown has been bought and paid for. All you have to do is put it on yr head