I tell poets that when a line just floats into your head, don’t pay attention ’cause it probably has floated into somebody else’s head.
GWENDOLYN BROOKSI think it must be lonely to be God. Nobody loves a master. No.
More Gwendolyn Brooks Quotes
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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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I think there are things for all of us to do as long as we’re here and we’re healthy.
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The music is in minors.
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It is brave to be involved. To be not fearful to be unresolved.
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There are no magics or elves or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must wizard a track through our own screaming weed.
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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!
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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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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 know that the Black emphasis must be not against white but FOR Black.
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As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
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Art hurts. Art urges voyages – and it is easier to stay at home.
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Sometimes you have to deal / Devilishly with drowning men in order to swim them to shore.
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I 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.
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What, what am I to do with all of this life?
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We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.
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