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I want people of twenty seven languages walking back and forth saying to one another hello brother how’s the fishing and when they reach their destination I don’t want them to forget if it was bad

—The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You, Frank Stanford

There are people in small rooms all over the world, in impersonal cubicles in large offices, in malls, in ghettos, and behind fenced mansions—who thrive on a little chaos, enjoy the occasional taste of 220 volts, live for the beauty of the flaw in the grain.

—It Came from Memphis, Robert Gordon

No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.

—“How It Feels to Be Colored Me,” Zora Neale Hurston

Herein lie buried many things.

—The Souls of Black Folk, W.E.B. DuBois