The forties and fifties were years of high poet-incense; the language-flowers were thickly sweet. Those flowers whined and begged white folks to pick them, to find them lovable. Then the ’60s: Independent fire!
GWENDOLYN BROOKSI am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker. It has always been hard for me to say exactly what I mean in speech But if I have written a clumsiness, I may erase it.
More Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes
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No man can give me any word but Wait.
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When white and black meet today, sometimes there is a ready understanding that there has been an encounter between two human beings. But often there is only, or chiefly, an awareness that Two Colors are in the room.
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People are so in need, in need of help. People want so much that they do not know.
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I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.
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When you use the term minority or minorities in reference to people, you’re telling them that they’re less than somebody else.
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I believe we should all know each other, we human carriers of so many pleasurable differences. To not know is to doubt, to shrink from, sidestep or destroy.
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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.
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Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
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A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers.
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Good health is a duty to yourself, to your contemporaries, to your inheritors, to the progress of the world.
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Life must be aromatic. There must be scent, somehow there must be some.
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I swear to keep the dead upon my mind, / Disdain for all time to be overglad.
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Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise.
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When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.
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And if sun comes how shall we greet him? shall we not dread him, shall we not fear him after so lengthy a session with shade?
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