At home they thought of white people as a vague but powerful entity--like the forces that control the weather, that capable of destruction, that hidden from view.
The color of the sky was like a length of white chalk turned on its side and rubbed into asphalt. Sanded--that was how the world looked, worked slowly down to no rough edges.
It is well, when in difficulties, to say never a word, neither black nor white. Speech is silver but silence is golden.
This is how most stories end in the hospital. Not with crash carts and sirens and electric shocks to the chest, but with an empty room, a crisp white bed, silence.
Fortunately the Omanis are generally very friendly and in no time at all, I had a knight in shining white dishdasha offering to help me.
Emotion is not simply an overplus of feeling; it is life lived at white-heat, a state of wonder. To lose wonder is to lose the true element of religion.
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.
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.
