Once, when lying in bed with no paper at hand, he began to sketch the idea for a new machine on the back of his wife's nightgown. ...He asked her if she knew the figure he was drawing. "Yes," she answered, "the figure of a fool."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Poems stirred into paper coffee-cups, eaten... with petals on rye in the sun--the cold shadows in back, and the traffic grinding the borders of spring ...LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... we shall never become an immense power in the world until we concentrate all our money and editorial forces upon one great nat...ional daily newspaper, so we can sauce back our opponents every day in the year; once a month or once a week is not enough.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is to be done with people who can't read a Sunday paper without messing it all up?... Show me a Sunday paper which has been l...eft in a condition fit only for kite flying, and I will show you an antisocial and dangerous character who has left it that way.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the earth of that country. I believe the thought would ...drive me mad on my death-bed could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to her soil. I would not even feed her worms if I could help it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... there is a dangerous trend observable in some quarters of the Movement to program Sapphire out of her "evil" ways into a cover...-up, shut-up, lay-back-and-be-cool obedience role. She is being assigned an unreal role of mute servant that supposedly neutralizes the acidic tension that exists between Black men and Black women. She is being encouraged--in the name of revolution no less--to cultivate "virtues" that if listed would sound like the personality traits of slaves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
At about that time I was once sitting at my place and whispering--it was naughty, I know--with my neighbor. Then you, Herr Profess...or Rudner, got up from your desk, came calmly down the aisle to me: "Did you speak?" and slapped me smack in the face. And I--the fury is inside me to this day--I didn't hit back. Such were the methods of objectivity.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »