Last year nothing happenedThe year before nothing happenedAnd the year before that nothinghappened.

It isn't that I dislike artists, but I can't stand anyone who puts on those ponderous airs of a man of character.

At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.

This I want to believe implicitly: Man was born for love and revolution.

In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.

For the first time in my life I realized what a horrible, miserable, salvationless hell it is to be without money.

Even if Mary gives birth to a child who is not her husband's, if she has a shining pride, they become a holy mother and child.

Anyway, you can be sure of one thing, a man's got to fake just to stay alive.

I would far prefer to be told simply to go and die. It's straightforward. But people almost never say, "Die!" Paltry, prudent hypocrites!

I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.I want money. Unless I have it....In my sleep, a natural death!

Humanity? Don't be silly. I know. It is knocking down your fellow-men for the sake of your own happiness.

When walls creates skies for us, birds that fly higher reminds us that the sky is not the limit

Very few of the common people realize that the political and legal systems have been corrupted by decades of corporate lobbying.

Killing flowers for our own happiness is a wrong attitude, it is a wrong culture! We must change this attitude and abolish this culture! Let the flowers live!

A lot of you want me to hurry through the introduction. That's because you're so much older you don't want to waste a minute of your life.

Only the pure in heart can make a good soup.

I always loved books. I don't remember learning to read, it was just something I always did. I was hungry for knowledge, I guess, and information; I was a curious kid. I still am.

When I write, I picture the characters a certain way in my head, and they're not like any actor or actress. It's almost hard for me to let go of my ideas as to the way they look.

When Malcolm X was assassinated I was working at the Apollo. They brought his body to the Unity Funeral Home, which was around the corner.

We are marching against the law of the jungle that the United States and its acolytes old and new want to impose on the world.

Don't be hard on yourself. And take as many chances, risks, as you can.