“Too much agreement kills chat.”

History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.

I’ve gone beyond civil rights and human rights to creation rights.

I have taken an oath in my heart to oppose communism until the day I die.

What America demands in her black champions is a brilliant, powerful body and a dull, bestial mind.

The object is for everyone to do their own thing, but the thing is to make one’s thing the Revolution.

The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.

We knew that in the end what they were clashing over was us, what to do with the blacks, and whether or not to start treating us as human beings.

You don’t have to teach people how to be human. You have to teach them how to stop being inhuman.

We shall have our manhood. We shall have it or the earth will be leveled by our attempts to gain it.

The myth of the strong black woman is the other side of the coin of the myth of the beautiful dumb blonde.

I’ve gone beyond civil rights and human rights to creation rights.

You don’t have to teach people how to be human. You have to teach them how to stop being inhuman.

Sometimes people fake on each other out of genuine motives to hold onto the object of their tenderest feelings.

In prison, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.

I feel that I am a citizen of the American dream and that the revolutionary struggle of which I am a part is a struggle against the American nightmare.

If a man like Malcolm X could change and repudiate racism, if I myself and other former Muslims can change, if young whites can change, then there is hope for America.