As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.

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Very early in life I became fascinated with the wonders language can achieve. And I began playing with words.

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Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical guise.

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When you use the term minority or minorities in reference to people, you're telling them that they're less than somebody else.

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Don't let anyone call you a minority if you're black or Hispanic or belong to some other ethnic group. You're not less than anybody else.

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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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Look at what's happening in this world. Every day there's something exciting or disturbing to write about. With all that's going on, how could I stop?

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A writer should get as much education as possible, but just going to school is not enough; if it were, all owners of doctorates would be inspired writers.

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What I'm fighting for now in my work... for an expression relevant to all manner of blacks, poems I could take into a tavern, into the street, into the halls of a housing project.

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We Real Cool

THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

poem by Gwendolyn Brooks from The Bean Eaters
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