Truth-tellers Are Not Always Palatable. There Is

Do Not Desire To Fit In. Desire To Oblige Yourselves To Lead.

Art Is A Refining And Evocative Translation Of The Materials Of The World.

I Felt That I Had To Write. Even If I Had Never Been Published, I Knew That I Would Go On Writing, Enjoying It And Experiencing The Challenge.

I Don't Want People Running Around Saying Gwen Brooks's Work Is Intellectual. That Makes People Think Instantly About Obscurity. It Shouldn't Have To Mean That, But It Often Seems To.

Words Can Do Wonderful Things. They Pound, Purr. They Can Urge, They Can Wheedle, Whip, Whine. They Can Sing, Sass, Singe. They Can Churn, Check, Channelize. They Can Be A "hup Two Three Four." They Can Forge A Fiery Army Of A Hundred Languid Men.