When I was about eight, I decided that the most wonderful thing, next to a human being, was a book. — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
“it's what makes you grow up to have younguns and be a sho-nuff mammy all your own ... . A man ain't but trouble,… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories. — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
When I was about eight, I decided that the most wonderful thing, next to a human being, was a book. — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
You is born lucky, and it's better to be born lucky than born rich, cause if you is lucky you can git rich, but… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
Only ways you can keep folks hating is to keep them apart and separated from each other. — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
Her voice is thin and her moan is high, And her cackling laugh or her barking cold Bring terror to the young and old.… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
I do not believe that hating any man solves the problem of race or any other problem. ... I firmly believe that hatred, like… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
When and where will another come to take your holy place? Old man mumbling in his dotage, or crying child, unborn? — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
I want my careless song to strike no minor key; no fiend to stand between my body's Southern song - the fusion of the… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
I have always secretly felt that what mankind should be in an ideal sense is that mixture of people and races. I really believe… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
The Word of fire burns today On the lips of our prophets in an evil age. — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
