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“Plus je vieillis et plus je trouve qu’on ne peut vivre qu’avec les êtres qui vous libèrent, qui vous aiment d’une affection aussi légère à porter que forte à éprouver. La vie d’aujourd’hui est trop dure, trop amère, trop anémiante, pour qu’on subisse encore de nouvelles servitudes, venues de qui on aime [...]. C’est ainsi que je suis votre ami, j’aime votre bonheur, votre liberté, votre aventure en un mot, et je voudrais être pour vous le compagnon dont on est sûr, toujours.

The older I get, the more I find that you can only live with those who free you, who love you from a lighter affection to bear as strong as you can to experience Today's life is too hard, too bitter, too anemic, for us to undergo new bondages, from whom we love [...]. This is how I am your friend, I love your happiness, your freedom, Your adventure in one word, and I would like to be for you the companion we are sure of, always.

---- Albert Camus à René Char, 17 septembre 1957 (in "Albert Camus - René Char : Correspondance 1946-1959")
---- Albert Camus to René Char, September 17, 1957 (via René Char)”
― Albert Camus, Correspondance

“I am strange,
my mind is tinted with the colors of madness,
they fight in silent furor in their effort to possess each other,
I am strange.

I have approached a degree of love that is so unwise,
In one world that it is wisdom in another,
I am strange,
I no longer have respect for hate,
I'm stronger than hate.

I'm contemptuous of both those who hate and those who destroy,
I'm not a part of the world which hates and the world which destroys,
I want a better world and not only do I want a better world,
I seek to live a better life,
that I might have a right to be a part of a better world,
if I hate and destroy I have no right to speak of love,
love is greater than hate,
and I have chosen love above all else in the world.

I am strange,
I know a secret truth,
I have a secret rendesvouz,
and the wind touches against my window pane,
come with me! it says, come with me,
I am a force, you are a force.
We are brothers.

Though I am invisible, I cover the leaf when I unravel, no wall can hold me,
nothing can withstand my will. What is your god? What is your desire?

Come my brother, you are dear to me, I cannot come to you in full force,
for you are too weak to contain me, I might lift you from the ground and frighten you,
at this careless moment, I might drop you in my jaw that you want me to come to you,
I cannot approach you in your weakness, I am too strong, come to me! as cautious as you will,
I will accept you, for the spirit of man is more like myself than anything on earth.

All the most I think I am the power for the spirit of man,
for the spirit of man is strong,
no power on earth is greater and no world can contain it,
it will cover the breadth and the width of earth,
for like I, the wind, an aroused spirit is greatly to be feared,
but weapons of that you will cast invisible,
only fools seek to harm the wind,
only fools seek to harm the brother of the wind.

Come spirit of man, I will take you to new worlds,
I will take you to inner unseen worlds,
greater in splendors than anything life contains,
if you are fearful, you will die in your fear,
but if you become as I you will be strong and do as I,
I the wind come and go as I choose,
and none can stop me.”
― Sun Ra

“If the mortal sin of the suicide is greed, to hoard stillness and calm for yourself while dispersing your riotous internal pain among all those who survive you, then the mortal sin of the martyr must be pride, the vanity, the hubris to believe not only that your death could mean more than your living, but that your death could mean more than death itself—which, because it is inevitable, means nothing.”
― Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!

“Only the Black woman can say when and where I enter, in the quiet, undisputed dignity of my womanhood, without violence and without suing or special patronage, then and there the whole Negro race enters with me.”
― Anna Julia Cooper, A Voice from the South