He who runs from the white ant may stumble upon the stinging ant.
See, a marriage needs love. And God. And a little money. That's all. The rest you can deal with. It's not about black or white. It's about God and don't let anyone tell you different. All this Jungle fever! Shoot! The Jungle fever goes away, honey, a...
In the beginning—and neither can this be overstated—a Negro just cannot believe that white people are treating him as they do; he does not know what he has done to merit it. And when he realizes that the treatment accorded him has nothing to do w...
Bad and cruel as our people were treated by the whites, not one of them was hurt or molested by our band. (...) The whites were complaining at the same time that we were intruding upon their rights. They made it appear that they were the injured part...
We’re here,’ the Clock says. The Perfectionist opens her eyes. She sees nothing. It’s white. All white. There’s no up. There’s no down. No horizon. Nothing. It’s just white. ‘Clock, what is this?’ asks the Perfectionist. Her voice is ...
The others can’t see me,” said the little ghost. “I know,” I said. “My name’s Gwyneth. What’s yours?” “Dr. White to you,” said Dr. White. “I’m Robert,” said the ghost. “That’s a very nice name,” I said. “Thank you,�...
Someone could cut through the mess in our house and look at it like one might look at rings on a tree or layers of sediment. They'd find the black-and-white hairs of a dog we had when I was six, the acid-washed jeans my mother once wore, the seven bl...
My parents lie somewhere beneath the snow, buried with my mortal life.
Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winter
I was a very close friend of Dash Snow's, so whenever I get a chance to revisit his work, that's always amazing for me.
Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either
We couldn’t change anything, and in times of war, people become helpless and vulnerable.
Damn the way he had control over me.
Why do they hate us?" He paused. "We didn't do anything wrong.
There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling.
Once you think a thought, it is extremely difficult to unthink it. And I had thought the thought.
Happiness is achieving your goals. Contentment is not having any.
To want to understand is an attempt to recapture something we have lost.
Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the sidewalk before it stops snowing.
Creede is built of new pine boards and lies between two immense mountains covered with pines and snow.
There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.
