Without a torch, I stumbled along the paths. The night was dismal. A partial moon hovered bitter and white on the horizon. It was the perfect night for murder.
If I hadn't trained Lula Ann properly she wouldn't have known to always cross the street and avoid white boys.
I’m not the white-picket-fence kind of guy. So don’t go building castles in the air. You’ll get trapped in the rubble when they collapse.
Maybe I'll paint you white. Fuck. You'd love that, woudn't you? Have my come all over your body.
Thomas has the kind of whiter-than-white boyish grin that makes women's panties spontaneously evaporate.
If we don't fight for what we 'stand for' with our passionate words and honest actions, do we really 'stand' for anything?
Nothing renews my faith in humanity more than the exchange of compassion so profound that mere words cannot embrace it.
In the black chaos where the seas and the skies become confused let the projectors blow their white trumpets of silence ("Roundness")
I think that age as a number is not nearly as important as health. You can be in poor health and be pretty miserable at 40 or 50. If you're in good health, you can enjoy things into your 80s.
I have white hair now, but a lot of it, and I'm still very glamorous, and so I won't disappoint, I hope! I'll still be wearing the tight leather trousers and high-heel boots, regardless of what age!
The first thing I bought that was really stylish was in 1969 when I was eleven. I saved up for a black, grey and white tie-dye grandad vest. It was too big - they weren't catering for kids my age - and hung off me, but I loved it.
We are the only class in history that has been left to fight its battles alone, unaided by the ruling powers. White labor and the freed black men had their champions, but where are ours?
I grew up here, and it's always been a very diverse community. So for people to come out and say that there's some long-standing anger or there's a history of racial tension is absolutely ridiculous. There's not a black-white divide in Ferguson.
I'm generally slow to anger, quick to forgive, and I take in information before making decisions. So no matter how controversial the decision, my general demeanour is to put on white lab coat and gloves and look at the evidence, weigh the arguments a...
I find the aristocratic parts of London so unattractive and angular; the architecture is so white and gated. But in New York, it's different - even uptown it's really grand, and there's no real segregation there. It's all mixed up.
The giant white cube is now impeding rather than enhancing the rhythms of art. It preprograms a viewer's journey, shifts the emphasis from process to product, and lacks individuality and openness. It's not that art should be seen only in rutty bombed...
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.
