I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.

Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.

Melting pot Harlem-Harlem of honey and chocolate and caramel and rum and vinegar and lemon and lime and gall. Dusky dream Harlem rumbling into a nightmare tunnel where the subway from the Bronx keeps right on downtown.

The depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negroes had but few pegs to fall.

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

Road's in front o' me, Nothin' to do but walk.

Negro blood is sure powerful, because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop--you are a Negro! . . . Black is powerful.