If one cannot risk oneself, then one is simply incapable of giving. And, after all, one can give freedom only be setting someone free.
But to try and find out what Americans mean is almost impossible because there are so many things they do not want to face.
I will smile at you when you wake up.
And, in fact, the truth about the black man, as a historical entity and as a human being, has been hidden from him, deliberately and cruelly; the power of the white world is threatened whenever a black man refuses to accept the white world’s definitions.
Again, the terms “civilized” and “Christian” begin to have a very strange ring, particularly in the ears of those who have been judged to be neither civilized nor Christian, when a Christian nation surrenders to a foul and violent orgy, as Germany did during the Third Reich.
I had been well conditioned by the world in which I grew up, so I did not yet dare take the idea of becoming a writer seriously.
I have no wish to stay here,” he said, “in this wretched mausoleum of a country. Let us go to New York. I will make my future there. There is no future here, for a boy like me.
Men have to think about so many things. Women only have to think about men.
It was the hour when darkness begins, when the sounds of the night begin.
We moved in a silence which was music from everywhere.
Honey,” he said, “you ain’t no bigger than a minute.” She sighed. “Sometimes a minute can be a mighty powerful thing.
Nor can you get a meal anywhere in the South without being confronted with “grits”; a pale, lumpy, tasteless kind of porridge which the Southerner insists is a delicacy but which I believe they ingest as punishment for their sins.
And you, heretic! Where is she? Where is the queen?” “Have you checked your ass? I heard it’s pretty roomy in there.” I spat blood, moving to hands and knees. I still had the Spear of Nine Spheres wrapped in one tight-knuckled fist, for all the good it was doing me. “You are in no position to sling insults.” The masked Mata Argis Agent had a cold voice, dark with anger. “Where is she!? What have you done to her?!” “The same thing I do to your mom every night.
You come up to my sternum,” Suri drawled back. “Anything below tit-height is a kid or a dwarf.
Hope is a bad survival strategy.
I was going be to flying around like some wacked-out Chinese martial arts movie hero by endgame, which was 200% okay with me.
Hey, what do you think the best way to train Willpower is?” “Willpower? Uhh... ” Suri trailed off. “I dunno. Playing chess?” “That’s more Int, I think.” “Willpower is all about resisting stuff, right?” Suri shrugged. “You probably train it through resisting temptation, defeat, stuff like that.” “Resisting temptation, huh?” I scratched the stubble on my jaw. “Guess I’m starting up No-Nut November.” “Well, yeah.
That, my good sir, appears to be an eyeball.
How wonderful,” I said flatly. The sarge grinned, her eyes glittering. “Every day’s wonderful here with me. Dismissed!
I used to get up and sleep eat when I was alive. One time, I woke up in the kitchen and found myself shoveling gummi bears covered in hot sauce into my face.
And that, right there, was why I wasn’t playing a mage. I’d probably read a Name backwards and summon Cthulhu.