Violent anger makes me physically ill.
Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
Perhaps the mission of an artist is to interpret beauty to people – the beauty within themselves.
I live in Harlem, New York City. I am unmarried. I like ‘Tristan,’ goat’s milk, short novels, lyric poems, heat, simple folk, boats and bullfights; I dislike ‘Aida,’ parsnips, long novels, narrative poems, cold, pretentious folk, buses and bridges.
In all my life, I have never been free. I have never been able to do anything with freedom, except in the field of my writing.
Whatever the immediate gains and losses, the dangers to our safety arising from political suppression are always greater than the dangers to the safety resulting from political freedom. Suppression is always foolish. Freedom is always wise.
The first step… shall be to lose the way.
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.
We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.