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

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.

Changing your name is not gonna change our set of arrangements.

You don’t miss the water ‘til the well runs dry.

If you dare to struggle, you dare to win. If you dare not struggle, then damn it, you don’t deserve to win.

We’re not metaphysicians, we’re not idealists, we’re dialectical materialists. And we deal with what reality is, whether we like it or not.

I don”t know if I like communism, and I don”t know if I like socialism. But I know that the Breakfast for Children Program feeds my kids. And if you put your hands on that Breakfast for Children Program.

You can kill a revolutionary but you can’t kill revolution, you can jail a liberator but you can’t jail liberation.

Tear me open and I will bleed in your name. My heart aches from your absence, but in the aching and breaking is where my art is born.

Tear me apart cut open my flesh, until I bleed out just like the rest of the mess.

I release my handsfree the reins, as the blood diminishes through my empty veins; allowing life to flow as I go into the light that’s resided in my soul.

People are bloody ignorant apes.

In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.

It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don’t believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

The blood of the just will be demanded of London, burnt by fire in the year ’66. The ancient Lady will fall from her high place, and many of the same sect will be killed.