Western man wrote "his" history as if it were the history of the entire human race.

What a tiresome place America would be if freedom meant we all had to think alike or be the same color or wear the same gray flannel suit! That road leads to the conformity of the graveyard!

Life is a short walk. There is so little time and so much living to achieve.

My fight is not for racial sameness but for racial equality and against racial prejudice and discrimination.

Most of us came here in chains and most of you came here to escape your chains. Your freedom was our slavery, and therein lies the bitter difference in the way we look at life.

We have to undo the millions of little white lies that America told itself and the world about the American Black man.

The Negro was invented in America.

Integration begins the day after the minds of the people are desegregated.

The Negro loves America enough to criticize her fundamentally. Most white Americans simply can't be bothered.

In between trash and treasure.

To live is like to love - all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

From the first I became convinced that what I must look for was lead dust and lead fumes, that men were poisoned by breathing poisoned air, not by handling their food with unwashed hands.

I read like fiends smoke crack

Come, come, my conservative friend, wipe the dew off your spectacles, and see that the world is moving.

But I believe there is a decay that is eroding America, and as a result, God begins to disappear from our society.

The biggest issue on software teams is making sure everyone understands what everyone else is doing.

I don't separate my books into historical novels and the rest. To me, they're all made-up worlds, and both kinds are borne out of curiosity, some investigation into the past.

I'm going to admit when I'm clueless, and I'm going to ask people for help when I don't know the answer to something.

Witches aren’t like that. We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it’s wicked of them to say we don’t. We ought to fill their bones with hot lead.