“We understood that politics is nothing but war without bloodshed and war is nothing but politics with bloodshed.”

We say that we will work with anybody and form a coalition with anybody that has revolution on their mind.

With no education, you have neocolonialism instead of colonialism.

People have to be armed to have power, you see.

Socialism is the people! You afraid of yourself. If you afraid of socialism, you afraid of yourself.

Power anywhere where there’s people!

We have to start learning, and you learn through practice. We have to start making mistakes, and you learn through making mistakes.

Why don’t you live for the people? Why don’t you struggle for the people? Why don’t you die for the people?

If you dare to struggle, you dare to win.

They talked us into buying candy bars and throwing the candy away and eating the wrapper.

Black people need some peace, white people need some peace, and we’re gonna have to fight, we’re gonna have to struggle, we’re gonna have to struggle relentlessly to bring about some peace.

We say it’s no longer a question of violence or non-violence. We say it’s a question of resistance to fascism or non-existence within fascism.

If you walk through life and don’t help anybody, you haven’t had much of a life

A revolution is a class struggle.

You can’t build a revolution with no education.

You don’t fight fire with fire. You fight fire with water. We’re gonna fight racism with solidarity. We’re not gonna fight capitalism with Black capitalism. We’re gonna fight capitalism with socialism. Socialism is the people. If you’re afraid of socialism, you’re afraid of yourself.

I’m not going to die slipping on no ice.

I woke up with the warrior in my blood.

It’s in my genes. My mother was an opera singer. I’m clearly dramatic.

Negro blood is sure powerful, because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop–you are a Negro! . . . Black is powerful.

I am quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood. I had, as I now think vainly, flattered myself that without very much bloodshed it might be done.

Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?

Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.

The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.