Reach Up Your Hand... and take a star.

Everybody should take each other as they are, white, black, Indians, Creole. Then there would be no prejudice, nations would get along.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.

Good morning, Revolution: You're the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on

Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above.

Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Do you know that there are libraries in our country that will not stock a book by a Negro writer, not even as a gift? There are towns where Negro newspapers and magazines cannot be sold except surreptitiously. There are American magazines that have never published anything by Negroes. There are film studios that have never hired a Negro writer. Censorship for us begins at the color line.