Everyone in both Natalie’s workplace and Frank’s was intimately involved with the lives of a group of African-Americans, mostly male, who slung twenty-dollar vials of crack in the scrub between a conc...
Faced with the same reality, we in the West tend to opt for a stiff drink instead. But people will insist upon shooting us sideways glances and saying things like, It’s two o’clock in the afternoon! a...
Getting anything out of my husband is like trying to squeeze water out when you're stoned.
He had an absolute empathy for everybody, Magid. And it was an unbelievable pain in the arse.
He had not seen her since that afternoon. And with the miracle that is male compartmentalization he had barely thought of her either.
He talked and talked, the kind of talking you do to stave off the inevitable physical desire, the kind of talking that only increases it.
He traced the genealogy of the feeling.
He was bookish, she was not; he was theoretical, she political. She called a rose a rose. He called it an accumulation of cultural and biological constructions circulating around the mutually attracti...
He was having an odd paternal rush, a blood surge that was also blood and was presently hunting through Howard's expansive intelligence to find words that would more effectively express something lik...
Here’s the funny thing about literary criticism: it hates its own times, only realizing their worth twenty years later. And then, twenty years after that, it wildly sentimentalizes them, out of nostal...
His mind was a small thing with big holes through which passions regularly seeped out, and The Faith of Jamaicans was soon replaced in the inverse sieve of his consciousness by other interests: The Ex...
How many times,’ Samad growled, after watching his son purchase the autobiography of Malcolm X, ‘is it necessary to say thank you in a single transaction? Thank you when you hand the book over, thank...
I am seized by two contradictory feelings: there is so much beauty in the world it is incredible that we are ever miserable for a moment; there is so much shit in the world that it is incredible we ar...
I am very selfish, really. I lived for love.
I could see what everyone was feeling, but I was not with them and could not feel it. You
I couldn't imagine her leaving this world without ripping its fabric.
I couldn’t afford to be offended.
I didn't know what to do with all of the sadness. A hundred and fifty years! Do you have any idea how long a hundred and fifty years is in the family of man? She clicked her fingers, and I thought of...
I didn’t understand yet that the beauty was part of the boredom.
I don’t mean that my mother didn’t love me but she was not a domestic person: her life was in her mind. The fundamental skill of all mothers—the management
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