It was not a matter of believing or disbelieving what I read, but of feeling something new, of being affected by something that made the look of the world different.
If the stars twinkled more than usual on any given night, it meant that the angels in heaven were happy and were flitting across the doors of heaven; and since stars were merely holes ventilating heav...
How constantly and overwhelmingly the advertisements, radios, newspapers and movies play upon us! But in thinking of them remember that to many they are tokens of mockery.
He sat. The white cat still contemplated him with large, moist eyes.
He had been defeated by that which he had sought to destroy.
Having been thrust out of the world because of my race, I had accepted my destiny by not being curious about what shaped it
there are times when life's ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed
Shaking hands I was doing something that I was to do countless times in the years to come: acting in conformity with what others expected of me even though, by the very nature and form of my life, I d...
Slowly he lifted his hands in the darkness and held them in mid-air, the fingers spread weakly open. If he reached out with his hands, and if his hands were electric wires, and if his heart were a bat...
In the old days we were concerned with mobs, with thousands of men running amuck in the streets. The mob has conquered completely. When the mob has grown so vast that you cannot see it, then it is eve...
I was not leaving the south to forget the south, but so that some day I might understand it
I didn’t want to kill! Bigger shouted. But what I killed for, I am! It must’ve been pretty deep in me to make me kill! I must have felt it awful hard to murder….What I killed for must’ve been good! Bi...
But the color of a Negro's skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target
To see was not to control, that self-understanding was far short of self-mastery. He was afraid of himself.
The impulse to dream had been slowly beaten out of me by experience.
Едно усмихнато момчестои сред падащия сняг,простира длани,докато побелеят.
Would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger of life that gnaws in us all, to keep alive in our hearts a sense of the inexpressibly human
You look like an accident going somewhere to happen
Wherever I found religion in my life I found strife, the attempt of one individual or group to rule another in the name of God. The naked will to power seemed always to walk in the wake of a hymn.
Violence is a personal necessity for the oppressed...It is not a strategy consciously devised. It is the deep, instinctive expression of a human being denied individuality.