The idea was like a hunk of wood, Caesar thought, requiring human craft and ingenuity to reveal the new shape within.
The farm's carpenters were true artisans - they had to be to keep all those book from jumping off the shelves, so many wonders did they contain.
That is how the European tribes operate, she said. If they can’t control it, they destroy it. If
Spoiler: I didn't win the Main Event. You had suspicions, you say? For one thing, the subtitle of this book would be The Amazing Life-Affirming Story of an Unremarkable Jerk Who Won the World Series o...
Slavery is a sin when whites were put to the yoke, but not the African. All men are created equal, unless we decide you are not a man. Under
Plantation justice was mean and constant but the world was indiscriminate. Out in the world, the wicked escaped comeuppance and the decent stood in their stead at the whipping tree. Tennessee's disast...
New York City does not hold our former selves against us. Perhaps we can extend the same courtesy.
Money was new and unpredictable and liked to go where it pleased.
I was a skinny guy, but I was morbidly obese with doom.
His trick: Don’t speculate where the slave is headed next. Concentrate instead on the idea that he is running away from
Here was the true Great Spirit, the divine thread connecting all human endeavor - if you can keep it, it is yours. Your property, slave or continent. The American Imperative.
He ate every miserable spoonful and ever since it struck him that adults are always trying to buy off children to make them forget their bad actions.
Frihet var något som förändrades när man såg på den, liksom en skog är tät av träd på nära håll, men utifrån, från den tomma ängen, ser man dess sanna gränser. Att vara fri hade inget att göra med boj...
Freedom was a community laboring for something lovely and rare. Mingo
Fear drove these people, even more than cotton money. The shadow of the black hand that will return what has been given.
Everyone was fucked up in their own way; as before, it was a mark of one’s individuality.
Even if the adults were free of the shackles that had held them fast, bondage had stolen too much time. Only the children could take full advantage of their dreaming. If white men let them.
Emptiness was an index. It recorded the incomprehensible chronicle of the metropolis, the demographic realities, how money worked, the cobbled-together lifestyles and roosting habits. The population r...
But who can resist the seductions of elevators these days, those stepping stones to Heaven, which make relentless verticality so alluring?
But it's like riding a bike. A hell-bike, made out of hell.