I don't know much about auctions. I sometimes go to previews and see art sardined into ugly rooms. I've gawked at the gaudy prices, and gaped at well-clad crowds of happy white people conspicuously spending hundreds of millions of dollars.
It's one of those dumb days where nothing's really wrong but nothing's really right either and the sky can't even choose to be white or gray.
You can tell it's a poem because it's swimming in a little gel pack of white space. That shows it's a poem.
But in the end, black can never be white, one plus one must always equal two, and Mara Lynn was a normal little girl.
You don't always have to show art in what's called a white box; you can have a kind of complexity within an exhibit which actually respects the art as well.
..and though my internal organs were Barry White, my stamina had skipped CDs and decided to be more Vanilla Ice.
If an angry bull is running toward you, and your pants become wet despite holding the red cloth, make sure the other side of the cloth is white.
He looked like a Greek god. Jade’s thoughts snapped from togas to white sheets to sex in the span of two seconds.
I thought of the new stone, of my new wife, and of the newly buried white bones beneath us, and I felt that fate had made sport of us all.
You really romanticize the white-trash period of your life,' Rain once said to me, which I thought was a little hurtful but perhaps true.
Do you have a little white dress? I've had this deep-seated nurse fantasy about you, Murphy.
They walked off down the hall in the direction of a sign that said Colored Waiting Room. Billie guessed white folks didn't have to wait.
Your scented tears on white roses - Love is crying in a good way.
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.
The worst thing in the world is having to go back to the dark you shook off.
It is astounding to find that the belly of every black and evil thing is white as snow. And it is saddening to discover how the concealed parts of angels are leprous.
Jeb'd said it was harder for a pretty girl to find work; even white men liked flowers, whether red or pink or blue.
The night was white-blind with fog, and Kate staggered over every stone and stumbled in every puddle, but she pushed on as fast as she could.
She knew then that white was more than a color: It was a cold, pale shade of understanding that seems to take all of your hope away.
came to [a small Midwest town] to speak . . . , and after he had gone the question of the divinity of Christ for months occupied the minds of the citizens.
The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.
