The stranger was as white as a gallon of milk, and I felt the desire to pour his soul into my coffee. I’d drink him like the ghost of my grandpa.
She wants the kids, the cars, the house, and the white picket fence. I said sure, I can give you a fence.
I like color commentators. Especially red, white, and blue color commentators. As an American I sometimes feel so patriotic I feel British.
I like using White Out. But sometimes backspace or delete works just as well, when I don’t have Windex to clean my computer screen.
Yes, I am white now,' said Gandalf. 'Indeed I am Saruman, one might almost say, Saruman as he should have been.
«Couldn't never be nothin' but a nigger, if I was ever so good,» said Topsy. «If I could be skinned, and come white, I'd try then.»
Animals are on earth to protect mankind. When you gather a bunch of them together like this, you create a safe haven. Nothing can touch you here.
You could put your faith in technology. It got you here, it can get you out" - Murray (WN 285).
Why is it that you still beguile me – As wind, stone, bird – and all the likes? Why is that you smile on me – With sudden summer lightning strikes?
No one else was as close and as open, No one else so boiled my blood, Even he, who consigned me to torment, Even he, who caressed and forgot.
Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest.
You will generally observe that, of all Americans, your foreign-born citizens are the most patriotic - especially toward the Fourth of July.
Doesn't our knowledge of death make life more precious?' What good is a preciousness based on fear and anxiety? It's an anxious quivering thing
Consider, O Lover, my throat white as cigarette paper. The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded through too many patterns.
Of course you know. You're brilliant. Everyone says so." "What else can they say? I do neurochemistry. No one knows what that is.
God is dead, haven't you heard, he died a hundred years ago, gave out from sheer lack of interest, decided to play golf instead.
Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.
This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that it wasn't the worst day of their lives.
A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I’d take it
America—where we hate our fathers, love our mothers, and everyone is hung up on trying to be a man
Girls either wanted him or wanted to improve him, but most often a combination of the two. They wanted to improve him until he justified the amount they wanted him.
