People try so hard to believe in leaders now, pitifully hard. But we no sooner get a popular reformer or politician or soldier or ...writer or philosopher--a Roosevelt, a Tolstoy, a Wood, a Shaw, a Nietzsche, than the cross-currents of criticism wash him away. My Lord, no man can stand prominence these days. It's the surest path to obscurity. People get sick of hearing the same name over and over.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... my aim is now, as it has been for the past ten years, to make myself a true woman, one worthy of the name, and one who will un...shrinkingly follow the path which God marks out, one whose aim is to do all of the good she can in the world and not be one of the delicate little dolls or the silly fools who make up the bulk of American women, slaves to society and fashion.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The man who would change the name of Arkansas is the original, iron-jawed, brass-mouthed, copper-bellied corpse-maker from the wil...ds of the Ozarks! He is the man they call Sudden Death and General Desolation! Sired by a hurricane, dam'd by an earthquake, half-brother to the cholera, nearly related to the smallpox on his mother's side!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"This is black, darling." "Yes, it's black."... "No, it's white." "Ah, so it is." "We'll go." "We're going." "I don't want to go." "Then, so be it." That's the way it used to be. For the longest time, he'd wander down any path my mind wished to take, but now this same man has become a stranger. Friend, is there anyone who knows a THING about men?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In front of that sinner of a husband, she rattled off... only those words that her pack of vile-tongued girlfriends taught her as fast as she could, and after, began to behave at the Love-god's beck and call. It's indescribable, this natural, charming path of love, paved with the gems of inexperience.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All I have to do is hear his name... and every hair on my body just bristles with desire. When I see the moon of his face, this frame of mine oozes sweat like a moonstone. When that man as dear to me as breath steps close enough to me to stroke my neck, the thought of jealousy is shattered in my heart that's hard as diamond sometimes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tired, she looked up the path... her lover would take as far as her eyes could see. On the roads, traffic ceased at the end of day as night slid over the sky. The traveller's pained wife took a single step towards home, said, "Could he not have come at this instant?" and quickly craning her neck around, looked up the path again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
She's in the house. She's at turn after turn.... She's behind me. She's in front of me. She's in my bed. She's on path after path, and I'm weak from want of her. O heart, there is no reality for me other than she she she she she she in the whole of the reeling world. And philosophers talk about Oneness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... there is a dangerous trend observable in some quarters of the Movement to program Sapphire out of her "evil" ways into a cover...-up, shut-up, lay-back-and-be-cool obedience role. She is being assigned an unreal role of mute servant that supposedly neutralizes the acidic tension that exists between Black men and Black women. She is being encouraged--in the name of revolution no less--to cultivate "virtues" that if listed would sound like the personality traits of slaves.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »