If everyone looked the other way, then everybody was in on it. If he looked the other way, he was as implicated as the rest. That's how he saw it, how he'd always seen things.
He was a rube, but he was no tourist.
Did you know that smiling politely burns up the same amount of calories as speaking your mind.
By making a circle of themselves that separated the human spirits within from the degradation without. Noble
All he felt now was envy. These people had expectations. Of the world, of the future, it didn't matter--expectation was such an innovative concept to him that he couldn't help but be a bit moved by wh...
Justice may be slow and invisible, but it always renders its true verdict in the end.
When he heard autumn leaves skuttling in the wind, he remembered that chuckle.
When black blood was money, the savvy businessman knew to open the vein.
What did you get for that, for knowing the day you were born into the white man’s world? It didn’t seem like the thing
Truth was a changing display in a shop window, manipulated by hands when you weren’t looking, alluring and ever out of reach. The
The moon grew fat and thin, there were solstices, first frosts and spring rains. All these things proceeded without the interference of men. She tried to imagine what the tide looked like, coming in a...
The man's posture said that he did not enjoy taking orders, and the insolence in his eyes was not slave insolence, an impotent pose, but a hard fact.
That was the man's real trouble, not the savage and uncanny civilizations he encountered--he kept forgetting what he had.
THE Andersons lived in a lovely clapboard house at the corner of Washington and Main, a few blocks past the hubbub of stores and businesses, where the town settled into private residences for the well...
Stubborn breaks when it don’t bend,
Royal joined the singing to change the subject and to remind her that there were things a body could feel good about. A community that had come together, from seeding to harvest to the bee. But the so...
Poetry and prayer put ideas in people’s heads that got them killed, distracting them from the ruthless mechanism of the world.
Perhaps Nickel was the very afterlife that awaited him, with a White House down the hill and an eternity of oatmeal and an infinite brotherhood of broken boys.
One of my dinner companions invited me on a strip-club excursion. I demurred, spoiled by the erotic revues of Anhedonia, where the performers remain fully clothed but get emotionally naked, delivering...
Och att de sedan, efter allt världen hade lärt dem, inte kände igen bojorna när de fästes vid deras händer och fötter. South Carolinas bojor var av ett nytt slag – nycklarna och tillhållarna präglades...