There are more truths in twenty-four hours of a man's life than in all the philosophies.

Where Power fails to paralyze with constraints, it paralyses by suggestion, by forcing everyone to use crutches of which it is the sole owner and purveyor.

People who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love and what is positive in the refusal of constraints, such people have a corpse in their mouth.

In the twentieth century, death terrifies men less than the absence of real life. All these dead, mechanized, specialized actions, stealing a little bit of life a thousand times a day until the mind and body are exhausted. . .

Your life has to consist of more than 'Black people should unite.' You hope they do, but not twenty-four hours a day.

I'll bask in it a little bit. Twenty-four hours at most. Then I'll go back to looking over our future opponents, seeing if we can get an edge.