Not a scar just psychological, But as material as roaches, Street corners and billy clubs. A wound reopened systematically, Inflicted with economic anarchy And "No Help Wanted" signs.
You see people on the street yelling and think they're crazy, but maybe they're just happy and expressing what they feel at all times.
Everybody has forgotten about showmanship. People don't look like rock stars any more. They just look like regular dudes off the street.
With '44 Scotland Street' I found myself having to work out how a daily novel works, and it is completely different to a conventional novel.
What I'm fighting for now in my work... for an expression relevant to all manner of blacks, poems I could take into a tavern, into the street, into the halls of a housing project.
When you're young, you develop ways to win, and you think they will always work, but then you get to the top, competing against the other top athletes, and sometimes things don't work.
When I grew up, I had a lot of fun ski racing with my friends. We pushed each other, and this made it easier to work hard.
There's pride on Bourbon Street for the musicians that work there. They take it very seriously. I've never worked there or played in band there, but it's a part of the city. They play for the tourists and represent a whole different side of the cultu...
In the fall of 1968, I became attractive to women. One day I was an ignored schlub in the street, then suddenly all these good-looking women were interested in me.
The Iraq War. No one took to the streets over it. It certainly would have been appropriate. If anybody even hinted we should... you were called un-American and not supporting the troops.
Normally street children are shown in terms of the tragedy of their lives - which is true - but there's also another dimension: their wisdom, dignity and enormous capacity for survival.
Power resides only where men believe it resides. [...] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.
Books are boring," James said as he wrote. "They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered.
Sports can unite worlds, tear down walls and transcend race, the past, and all probability. Unlike life, sport matters.
Tessa put a hand against the wall as she made her way numbly down the stairs. What had she almost done? What had she nearly told Will?
How is a sincere criminal, trying hard, going to get ahead in his profession if his victim fails to cooperate?
Many contemporary composers have been building walls of sounds following their own clever devices. But then, who lives inside those rooms?
It sounded like walls tumbling, liberty bells chiming, government buildings being stormed. It sounded like a revolution. It sounded like hope.
No, I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.
...I didn't want you flawless - I have a bare wall at home that's flawless - I wanted your character trapped in the amber of your skin...
...I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...
