This isn't going to un-fuck itself.
They will have to destroy this city once we deliver the black box. The current bones will not accommodate the marrow of the device. They will have to raze the city and cart off the rubble to less popu...
There are instruments and human players but sometimes a fiddle or a drum make instruments of those who play them, and all are put in servitude to the song.
The world may be mean, but people don’t have to be, not if they refuse. Mabel
The whites were right to be afraid. One day the system would collapse in blood. An
The way poor Michael reciting the Declaration of Independence was an echo of something that existed elsewhere. Now that she had run away and seen a bit of the country, Cora wasn’t sure the document de...
The ruthless engine of cotton required its fuel of African bodies. Crisscrossing the ocean, ships brought bodies to work the land and to breed more bodies. The
The first one hundred pages were fueled by early Misfits (Where Eagles Dare [fast version], Horror Business, Hybrid Moments) and Blanck Mass (Dead Format). David Bowie is in every book, and I always p...
That is how the European tribes operate, she said, If they can't control it, they destroy it.
Somewhere, years ago, she had stepped off the path of life and could no longer find her way back to the family of people.
Sometimes such an experience bound one person to another; just as often the shame of one’s powerlessness made all witnesses into enemies.
She said that white towns had simply banded together to rid themselves of the black stronghold in their midst. That is how the European tribes operate, she said. If they can’t control it, they destroy...
Roger Tipple did not have a weak chin so much as a very aggressive neck.
Over time, Elwood saw that he was always simultaneously at home in whatever scene he found himself and also seemed like he shouldn’t have been there; inside and above at the same time; a part and apar...
Live every minute as if you are late for the last train.
It was the softest bed she had ever lain in. But then, it was the only bed she had ever lain in.
It was a magnificent operation, from seed to bale, but not one of them could be prideful of their labor. It had been stolen from them. Bled from them.
If you weren’t a little dirty at the end of the day, you weren’t much of a man.
If you were a thing—a cart or a horse or a slave—your value determined your possibilities.
If you want to see what this nation is all about, I always say, you have to ride the rails. Look outside as you speed through, and you’ll find the true face of America.