Whiskey just naturally likes me but beer likes me better.

Politics in any country in the world is dangerous. For the poet, politics in any country had better be disguised as poetry. Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Well, when Christ comes back this time, I hope He comes back mad His own self. I hope He drives the Jim Crowers out of their high places, every living last one of them from Washington to Texas.

We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.

Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely: You'll hear their feet Beating out and beating out a - You think It's a happy beat? Listen to it closely: Ain't you heard something underneath like a - What did I say? Sure, I'm happy! Take it away! Dream Boogie Hey, pop! Re-bop! Mop! Y-e-a-h!

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