A Ghetto Can Be Improved In One

A Man's Balance Depends On The Weight He Carries Between His Legs.

I Can't Believe What You Say, Because I See What You Do.

He May Be A Very Nice Man. But I Haven't Got The Time To Figure That Out. All I Know Is, He's Got A Uniform And A Gun And I Have To Relate To Him That Way. That's The Only Way To Relate To Him Because One Of Us May Have To Die.

We Cannot Discuss The State Of Our Minorities Until We First Have Some Sense Of What We Are, Who We Are, What Our Goals Are, And What We Take Life To Be. The Question Is Not What We Can Do Now For The Hypothetical Mexican, The Hypothetical Negro. The Question Is What We Really Want Out Of Life, For Ourselves, What We Think Is Real.

The Writer's Only Real Task: To Recreate Out Of The Disorder Of Life That Order Which Is Art