Lorraine Vivian Hansberry (May 19, 1930 – January 12, 1965) was an African-American playwright and writer.
Ball points belong to their age. They make everyone write alike.
I want to fly! I want to touch the sun!" "Finish your eggs first.
What you ain't never understood is that I ain't got nothing, don't own nothing, ain't never really wanted nothing that wasn't for you. There ain't nothing as precious to me. . . There ain't nothing worth holding on to, money, dreams, nothing else--
When a man knows that the abstraction ten exists - nothing on earth can stop him from looking for the fact of eleven.
I think that the human race does command its own destiny and that that destiny can eventually embrace the stars.
That's what being eccentric means--being natural.
I wish to live beacause life has within it that which is good, that which is beautiful, and that which is love. Therefore, since I have known all of these things, I have found them to be reason enough and--I wish to live. Moreover, because this is so, I wish others to live for generations and generations and generations and generations.
Everybody talking 'bout heaven ain't going there!
It isn't a circle--it is simply a long line--as in geometry, you know, one that reaches into infinity. And because we cannot see the end--we also cannot see how it changes. And it is very odd by those who see the changes--who dream, who will not give up--are called idealists. . . and those who see only the circle we call them the "realists"!
Take away the violence and who will hear the men of peace?
A woman who is willing to be herself and pursue her own potential runs not so much the risk of loneliness, as the challenge of exposure to more interesting men - and people in general.
Never be afraid to sit a while and think.
A status not freely chosen or entered into by an individual or a group is necessarily one of oppression and the oppressed are by their nature (i. e. , oppressed) forever in ferment and agitation against their condition and what they understand to be their oppressors. If not by overt rebellion or revolution, then in the thousand and one ways they will devise with and without consciousness to alter their condition
I look at you and I see the final triumph of stupidity in the world!
Mama - Mama - I want so many things. . . I want so many things that they are driving me kind of crazy.
Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most? When they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain't through learning-because that ain't the time at all. . . when you starts measuring somebody, measure him right, child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to wherever he is.
Do I remain a revolutionary? Intellectually -- without a doubt. But am I prepared to give my body to the struggle or even my comforts? This is what I puzzle about.
The grim possibility is that she who 'hides her brains' will, more than likely, end up with a mate who is only equal to a woman with 'hidden brains' or none at all.
There may be women to emerge who will be able to formulate a new and possible concept that homosexual persecution and condemnation has at its roots not only social ignorance, but a philosophically active anti-feminist dogma.
I believe that one of the most sound ideas in dramatic writing is that in order to create the universal, you must pay very great attention to the specific. Universality, I think, emerges from truthful identity of what is.