Eldridge Cleaver

History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.

The Twist was a guided missile launched from the ghetto into the heart of suburbia. The Twist succeeded, as politics, religion and law could never do, in writing in the heart and soul what the Supreme Court could only write on the books.

You're either part of the solution or you're part of the problem.

All the gods are dead except the god of war.

Respect commands itself and can neither be given nor withheld when it is due.

Ah, what sights and sounds and pain lie beneath that mist. And we had thought that our hard climb out of that cruel valley led to some cool, green and peaceful, sunlit place---but it's all jungle here, a wild and savage wilderness that's overrun with ruins. But put on your crown, my Queen, and we will build a New City on these ruins.

Too much agreement kills a chat.