To be a Negro in America is to be in a constant state of rage.
译文:在清风明月下,仿佛时光无尽,我能自在地驾乘鸾鸟仙鹤。人间不过是虚幻的梦境,回首往事,实在不堪再去重温。
Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems—but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems more and more incredible.
This is the best time ever to make something. None of the greatest, coolest creations 20 years from now have been invented yet. You are not late.
Literature is not a mirror to reflect reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.