I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a poet.

Hyde, Marina

The most of my sufferings and sorrows were occasioned by my own unwillingness to be nothing, which I am, and by struggling to be something.

The thing you are accustomed to calling your body, he suggests, is only a cooler and denser declension of your true body.

Show me what happened to my country after separating from Pakistan. This is the Parliament building that many people say Pakistan did nothing to us, this (Parliament building) is theirs.

A war was on. ... On July 14 he was expelled from his home with the rest of his family. He never returned to the city he loved. He never forgot the scenes of in 1948, nor did he forget the idea of violent resistance. Can the Israeli reader understand how he felt?

A Hindu marrying a Hindu may lose his caste, but not his Hindutva.

Her works are in major private collections including that of The Contemporary African Art Collection (CAAC) of Jean Pigozzi and in many Western museums. Despite being an internationally recognized artist, Esther Mahlangu still presently lives in her village in close and constant contact with her culture.

[https://www.artinamericamagazine.com/news-features/magazines/peter-campusimage-and-self/ Artist to Artist: Peter Campus—Image and Self], Art in America, 2010.

Instead of holding on to the Biblical view that we are made in the image of God, we come to realize that we are made in the image of the monkey.

Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk

Now I work, and I see the results of my work, so I have some money,” she says. “But I’m still the same person that I was before. I still have the same simple life. I still have the same friends

Bill Clinton is like a lot of white politicians. They eat soul food, they party with black women, they play the saxophone, but when it comes to domestic and foreign policy, they make the same decisions that are destructive to African people in this country and throughout the world.

Souljah was not born to make white people feel comfortable. I am African first! I am black first! I want what's good for me and my people first.

I am looking at you,
You at him,
Kabir asks, how to solve
This puzzle —
You, he, and I?

He walks in the street, a picture of modesty in his felt hat and his gabardine suit, and all the while he's thinking, "I'm immortal." The world is his, time is his, and I'm nothing but an insect.