The force of what was called Panther rhetoric or word mongering resided not in elegant discourse but in strength of affirmation (or denial), in anger of tone and timbre. When the anger led to action there was no turgidity or over-emphasis. Anyone who has witnessed political rows among the Whites will have to admit that the Whites aren't overburdened with poetic imagination.

The main object of a revolution is the liberation of man... not the interpretation and application of some transcendental ideology.

Anyone who's never experienced the pleasure of betrayal doesn't know what pleasure is.

They spent their time doing nothing... they let intimacy fuse them.

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.

What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn't see Negroes hanging from its branches.

Betrayal is beautiful.