I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

I thought that when they said Atlantic Charter, that meant me and everybody in Africa and Asia and everywhere. But it seems like the Atlantic is an ocean that does not touch anywhere but North America and Europe.

Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.

No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.

...she woke up in time to see the sun sending up spies ahead of him to mark out the road through the dark. He peeped up over the door sill of the world and made a little foolishness with red.

And I can't die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I'm a cracked plate.

When I pitched headforemost into the world I landed in the crib of Negroism.