Everytime I say "sure" when I mean "no," everytime I smile brightly when I'm exploding with rage, every time I imagine my man's ac...hievement is my own, I know the cheerleader never really died. I feel her shaking her ass inside me and I hear her breathless, girlish voice mutter "T-E-A-M, Yea, Team."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The too much contemplation of these limits induces meanness. They who talk much of destiny, their birth-star, &c., are in a lower ...dangerous plane, and invite the evils they fear.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You know, when these New Negroes have their convention--that is going to be the chairman of the Committee on Unending Agitation. R...ace, race, race!... Damn, even the N double A C P takes a holiday sometimes!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
She thinks of the 4 a.m. lonelinesses that have folded her up like death, discordant, without logical and... beautiful conclusion. Her teeth break off at the edges. She would speak.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Look a here people, listen to me, Don't try to find no home in Washington, D.C.... Lord, it's a bourgeois town, it's a bourgeois town.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Having children can smooth the relationship, too. Mother and daughter are now equals. That is hard to imagine, even harder to acce...pt, for among other things, it means realizing that your own mother felt this way, too--unsure of herself, weak in the knees, terrified about what in the world to do with you. It means accepting that she was tired, inept, sometimes stupid; that she, too, sat in the dark at 2:00 A.M. with a child shrieking across the hall and no clue to the child's trouble.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
They lock me in this chair at eight a.m. and there are no signs to tell the way,... just the radio beating to itself and the song that remembers more than I.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
. . . the ship struck at ten minutes after four A.M., and all hands, being mostly in their nightclothes, made haste to the forecas...tle, the water coming in at once. There they remained; the passengers in the forecastle, the crew above it, doing what they could. Every wave lifed the forecastle roof and washed over those within. The first man got ashore at nine; many from nine to noon. At flood-tide, about half past three o'clock, when the ship broke up entirely, they came out of the forecastle, and Margaret sat with her back to the foremast, with her hands on her knees, her husband and child already drowned. A great wave came and washed her aft. The steward (?) had just before taken her child and started for shore. Both were drowned.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Santa Barbara is a paradise; Disneyland is a paradise; the U.S. is a paradise. Paradise is just paradise. Mournful, monotonous, an...d superficial though it may be, it is paradise. There is no other.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Two kinds of symbol must surely be distinguished. The algebraic symbol comes naked into the world of mathematics and is clothed wi...th value by its masters. A poetic symbol--like the Rose, for Love, in Guillaume de Lorris--comes trailing clouds of glory from the real world, clouds whose shape and colour largely determine and explain its poetic use. In an equation, x and y will do as well as a and b; but the Romance of the Rose could not, without loss, be re-written as the Romance of the Onion, and if a man did not see why, we could only send him back to the real world to study roses, onions, and love, all of them still untouched by poetry, still raw.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »