You go on about reasons, Cora said. Call things by other names as if it changes what they are. But that don’t make them true.
You are a New Yorker when what was there before is more real and solid than what is here now.
There will be no redemption because the men who run this place do not want redemption. They want to be as near to hell as they can.
The loneliness is the worst, because this knowledge is something that cannot be shared, only suffered. Just as well. Why should anyone else have it easy. Spoken like a true New Yorker.
Racial prejudice rotted one's faculties, he said.
No slave had ever keeled over dead at a spinning wheel or been butchered for a tangle. But nobody wanted to speak on the true disposition of the world. And no one wanted to hear it.
Lesson: If you’re going to view blinds as taxes, be a Republican about them.
High-minded idiocy pitted against the power of coin.
Weeks passed, but my Word-A-Day Calendar was stuck on motherfucker.
To forbid the thought of escape, even that slightest butterfly thought of escape, was to murder one's humanity.
The Great War had always been between the white and the black. It always would be.
How could such a bitter thing become a means of pleasure? Everything on Valentine was the opposite. Work needn't be suffering, it could unite folks. A bright child like Chester might thrive and prospe...
Here’s one delusion: that we can escape slavery. We can’t. Its scars will never fade.
He imagined a town called A. Around the communal fire they’re shaping arrowheads and carving tributes o the god of the hunt. One day some guys with spears come over the ridge, perform all kinds of mea...
He hovered on unexceptionality.
It means what it say, Ethel said. It means that a Hebrew may not enslave a Hebrew. But the sons of Ham are not of that tribe. The were cursed, with black skin and tails. Where the Scripture condemns s...
You go on about reasons, Cora said, call things by other names, as if it changes what they are. But that doesn't make them true. ....It's true though, your complaint. We come up with all sorts of fan...
Two people, two hands, and two songs, in this case Big Shot and Bette Davis Eyes. The lyrics of the two songs provided no commentary, honest or ironic, on the proceedings. They were merely there and a...
Tipple sold his success much more effectively than he did. How to get excited about, take pride in something that came so naturally? It was like being honored for breathing.
Stulna kroppar som arbetade på stulen mark.