When white Americans frankly peel back the layers of our commingled pasts, we are all marked by it. Whether a company or an individual, we are marred either by our connections to the specific crimes and injuries of our fathers and their fathers. Or w...
The old house had a thousand doors in it. All old houses do. You can see them if you know how to look: the noontime shadow of a windowpane crawling with intent across a floor; unmeasured angles of wall meeting wall; fireplaces grown chill with unused...
Parents and schoolteachers counsel black children that, if they ever hope to escape this system and avoid prison time, they must be on their best behavior, raise their arms and spread their legs for the police without complaint, stay in failing schoo...
Finally, I had held up examples of Goldhagen's inflammatory language and suggested that he had missed the essence of what Primo Levi once called the 'grey zone' of human affairs, described by the historian Christopher Browning as that foggy universe ...
It makes Brooke feel strange in her stomach. It is like the feeling when she reads a book like the one about the man with the bomb, or thinks a sentence, just any old sentence like: the girl ran across the park, and unless you add the describing word...
Now she realized that she was not peering at a so-dark-blue-it-looked-black ocean, but rather she was looking straight through miles of incredibly clear water at something enormous and black in its nethermost depths. Maybe it was the bottom--so deep ...
Indeed, for my own part, though I have been repeatedly told by persons for whom I have the greatest respect, that Miss Brown is an insignificant chit, and Mrs. White has nothing but her petit minois chiffonne, and Mrs. Black has not a word to say for...
When I got to college, the fake ID thing wasn't that important, since pretty much everyone could get away with drinking in New Orleans. But the drugs, well, that was a different story altogether, because drugs are every bit as illegal in New Orleans ...
We are all equal in the fact that we are all different. We are all the same in the fact that we will never be the same. We are united by the reality that all colours and all cultures are distinct & individual. We are harmonious in the reality that we...
(March 2010 ) In terms of story, the only audience I have in mind is me. I’m very much aware that I can’t please everyone when it comes to story, so I might as well try to please myself. But in terms of communication with the reader, I am very aw...
Anthony: Look around! You couldn't find a whiter, safer or better lit part of this city. But this white woman sees two black guys, who look like UCLA students, strolling down the sidewalk and her reaction is blind fear. I mean, look at us! Are we dre...
Sharif: What's up, black man? Caine: Coolin'. Man, why you got that goddamn hood on your head, lookin' like the Grim Reaper? Sharif: It's cold out here, my brother. You know us black folks not used to this cold air. We a tropical people, you understa...
Jack Sparrow: You, sailor. Mr. Gibbs: Cotton, sir. Jack Sparrow: Mr. Cotton. Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death? [pause] Jack Sparrow: Mr. Cotton. Answer, man. Mr. Gibbs...
Town Clerk: Jack Sparrow. Jack Sparrow: Captain... Captain Jack Sparrow. Town Clerk: ...for your willful commission of crime against the crown. Those crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature... Elizabeth: This is wrong... Governor Swa...
You are not a handgun. More like a pellet gun. Maybe even a slingshot.
... your heart is your soul twinkling in the black firmament inside you...
His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.
While taking a quick shower, ask yourself, "Ass I hope you saw that?
The pain is just a subtle reminder of how alive you made me feel.
Poirot thought it not quite professional to begin a routine working day before ten.
Tell The Truth , and Shame The Devil.
