Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out!

Love grows from stable relationships, shared experience, loyalty, devotion, trust.

It had been only through books-at best, no more than vicarious cultural transfusions-that I had managaed to keep myself alive in a negatively vital way. Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books.

I could endure the hunger. I had learned to live with hate. But to feel that there was feeling denied me, that the very breath of life itself was beyond my reach, that more than anything else hurt, wounded me. I had a new hunger.

Pity can purge us of hostility and arouse feelings of identification with the characters, but it can also be a consoling reassurance which leads us to believe that we have understood, and that, in pitying, we have even done something to right a wrong.

Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.

But the color of a Negro's skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target