She is not so afraid at night because she is the color of it.
Didn’t everything on God’s earth have or acquire defense?
I must confess, though, that I sometimes lose interest in the characters and get much more interested in the trees and animals. I think I exercise tremendous restraint in this, but my editor says, ‘Would you stop this beauty business.’ And I say, ‘Wait, wait until I tell you about these ants.
You always end up back where you started: hungry for the one thing everybody loses – young loving.
They were solitary little girls whose loneliness was so profound it intoxicated them and sent them stumbling into Technicolored visions that always included a presence, a someone, who, quite like the dreamer, shared the delight of the dream.
When we trip and fall down they glance at us; if we cut or bruise ourselves, they ask us are we crazy. When we catch colds, they shake their heads in disgust at our lack of consideration. How, they ask us, do you expect anybody to get anything done if you all are sick? We cannot answer them. Our illness is treated with contempt, foul Black Draught, and castor oil that blunts our minds.
As in the case of many misanthropes, his disdain for people led him into a profession designed to serve them.
Whitepeople believed that whatever the manners, under every dark skin was a jungle.
He dragged her under him and made love to her with the steadiness and the intensity of a man about to leave for Dayton.
God take what He would,” she said. And He did, and He did, and He did.
He talking Louisiana, you speaking Tennessee. The music so different, the sound coming from a different part of the body. It must of been like hearing lyrics set to scores by two different composers. But when you made love he must of have said I love you and you understood that and it was true, too, because I have seen the desperation in his eyes ever since – no matter what business venture he thinks up.
No matter what all your teeth and wet fingers anticipated, there was no accounting for the way that simple joy could shake you. How loose the silk. How fine and loose and free. DENVER’S SECRETS were sweet.
And no, they ain’t in love with your mouth. Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it again. What you say out of it they will not heed. What you scream from it they do not hear. What you put into it to nourish your body they will snatch away and give you leavins instead. No, they don’t love your mouth. You got to love it. This.
Somewhere between retina and object, between vision and view, his eyes draw back, hesitate, and hover. At some fixed point in time and space he senses that he need not waste the effort of a glance. He does not see her, because for him there is nothing to see.
The visionary language of the doomed reaches heights of linguistic ardor with which language of the blessed and saved cannot compete.
Everybody wants the life of a black man. White men want us dead or quiet – which is the same thing as dead. White women, same thing... They won’t even let you risk your own life, man, unless it’s over them. You can’t even die unless it’s about them. What good is a man’s life if he can’t even choose what to die for?
Were we women so frail in the wake of men who swore they cherished us? Was a lover’s betrayal more lethal than betrayal of oneself?
She didn’t even know she had a neck until Jude remarked on it, or that her smile was anything but the spreading of her lips until he saw it as a small miracle.
Lo que tengo que hacer es meterme en la cama y no moverme. Quiero concentrarme en algo que sea inofensivo en este mundo.
To go back to the original hunger was impossible.