Each generation must go further than the last or what's the use in it?

No art can develop until it penetrates deeply into the life of the people.

Hard times ain't quit and we ain't quit.

The history of an oppressed people is hidden in the lies and the agreed myth of its conquerors.

An abyss seems to have opened between the intellectual cosmopolites of culture and the people, hungry for word and meaning.

Suddenly many movements are going on within me, many things are happening, there is an almost unbearable sense of sprouting, of bursting encasements, of moving kernels, expanding flesh.

It's not the suffering of birth, death, love that the young reject, but the suffering of endless labor without dream, eating the spare bread in bitterness, being a slave without the security of a slave.