The very first time I was on a car in Atlanta, I saw the conductor - all conductors are white - ask a Negro woman to get up and take a seat farther back in order to make a place for a white man. I have also seen white men requested to leave the Negro...
Wife: Did he say 'cock stain'? What the fuck is cock stain? Husband: I don't know. That's some white freaky stuff. White boys get white women to do everything. You wanna do a cock stain?
[Mr. White and Mr. Pink are washing up after the robbery went sour, trying to figure out what happened] Mr. Pink: You kill anybody? Mr. White: A few cops. Mr. Pink: No real people? Mr. White: Just cops.
Yellow gold is plentiful compared to white-haired friends.
Lawyers and painters can soon change white to black.
O'Shaughnessy is hitting Denholt on the side of his head with his free arm, great, walloping, pile-driver blows. The two of them stagger together, like partners in a crazy dance. Glass is breaking all around them. Gray smoke from the six shots, pink-...
The moon grew plump and pale as a peeled apple, waned into the passing nights, then showed itself again as a thin silver crescent in the twilit western sky. The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal...
Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.
Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.
I discovered Boulder not through cycling but skiing. I was recruited by the university for the ski team, and in my opinion, it's the best place for skiing - you have this super-light, fluffy champagne snow.
I think snow is so evocative and has such a powerful atmosphere.
I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.
And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.
'The Tiger And The Snow' is a beautiful movie. I am in love with this idea.
But for their cries, The herons would be lost Amidst the morning snow.
Snow is not a wolf in sheep's clothing - it is a tiger in lamb's clothing.
It is true that when you're in the White House alone, it is a lonely place. Big and lonely.
He who laughs worst, weeps first
Don't waste hate on pink geranium.
We tell ourselves stories in order to live.
From the moment I walked into the White House, it was as if I had no privacy at all.
