I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me.

Lately, I've Become Accustomed To The Way The Ground Opens Up And Envelopes Me Each Time I Go Out To Walk The Dog.

The Landscape Should Belong To The People Who See It All The Time.

God Is Man Idealized.

If You Are Black, The Only Roads Into The Mainland Of American Life Are Through Subservience, Cowardice, And Loss Of Manhood. These Are The White Man's Roads.

When I Die, The Consciousness I Carry I Will To Black People. May They Pick Me Apart And Take The Useful Parts, The Sweet Meat Of My Feelings. And Leave The Bitter Bullshit Rotten White Parts Alone.