RUTH No — I'm just sleepy as the devil. What kind of eggs you want? WALTER Not scrambled. (RUTH starts to scramble eggs) - Lorraine Hansberry

TSHEMBE It may be, Mr. Morris, that I have developed counterassumptions because I have had — (Mimicking lightly but cruelly) — too many long, lo-o-ong “talks” wherein the white intellectual begins by suggesting not only fellowship but the universal damnation of imperialism. But that, you see, is always only the beginning. Then the real game is begun.

"In my mother's house there is still God."
Act 1, Scene 1 ~ A Raisin in the Sun

Of love and my parents, there is little to be written; their relationship to their children was utilitarian. We were fed and housed and dressed and outfitted with more cash than our associates and that was all. We were also vaguely taught certain vague absolutes: that we were better than no one but infinitely superior to everyone...