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

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

These are the stories that never, never die, that are carried like seed into a new country, are told to you and me and make in us new and lasting strengths.

The body repeats the landscape. They are the source of each other and create each other.

Money is only money, beans tonight and steak tomorrow. So long as you can look yourself in the eye.

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.

You can tell by looking at most people that the world remains a stone to them and a closed door.