In the slow motion that is the speed of humiliation.
Farmhouses and shacks, the families settling
Eccentric being a word, Lila Mae notes dryly, that white people use to describe crazy white people of stature),
Another country they would have been criminals, but this was America.
Accomplice, Ridgeway said. Caesar. Did it make
You need to be strong to survive the labor and to make us greater. We fatten hogs, not because it pleases us but because we need hogs to survive. But we can’t have you too clever. We can’t have you so...
You have to stand up real close to the posters to see the swirls, and even then they’re easy to miss: Lila Mae had to have Jimmy point them out to her. Horns, boiling cysts, the occasional cussword in...
Why not remove his desk, bring in a treadmill, hang a carrot from the ceiling and stop all pretense already.
Who knew what brand of mutiny his captives might cook up if they shared a common tongue.
Where the goblin world and its assaults were banished and there was nothing but possibility
When you remember this moment later you will understand that I was saying goodbye even if you did not know it.
When trafficking in cadavers, it helped to be immune to sentimentality.
What a world it is, Cora thought, that makes a living prison into your only haven. Was she out of bondage or in its web: how to describe the status of a runaway? Freedom was a thing that shifted as yo...
We can never make proper goodbyes. It was your last ride in a Checker cab and you had no warning. It was the last time you were going to have Lake Tung Ting shrimp in that kinda shady Chinese restaura...
Was it counterintuitive to apply lessons from a women's self-defense book to the World Series of Poker? Yes. But if modernity has taught us anything, it's that you don't fuck with Oprah.
Verkligheten var en föränderlig skyltning i ett butiksfönster, manipulerad av händer när man inte såg, lockande och ständigt utom räckhåll.
Try to forget bit by bit, it will be easier on you. Leave it behind. Then the plane tilts in its escape and over the gray wing the city explodes into view with all its miles and spires and inscrutable...
Truth was a changing display in a shop window, manipulated by hands when you weren’t looking, alluring and ever out of reach.
To see chains on another person and be glad they are not your own—such was the good fortune permitted colored people, defined by how much worse it could be any moment.
To preempt rejection she dresses to exaggerate her difference when the true enemy is not the world's disdain but its indifference. He is surely the next item in a dreary procession and cannot be seen...