Jacob Ross > Quotes

“Chilman poked out his head. ‘Digson, where you get them words from? You went to England for one blaastid year, and they send you back to colonise we arse again. Meet me at the office!”
― Jacob Ross, Black Rain Falling

“Make up a story… tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don’t tell us what to believe… show us belief’s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear… — Toni Morrison,”
― Jacob Ross, Closure: Contemporary Black British Short Stories

“Don wan’ no job, Missa Digger. Thanks but I awright.’ ‘You don want no job!’ ‘I kin still come with you, though.’ He made it sound like he was doing me a favour. ‘Okay, Saturday I come pick you up.’ I watched him walk away, upright, fast-footed, the white shoes flashing in the late-evening gloom. Jana Ray – manboy, slippery as a river eel. Miss Stanislaus was right. I should have arrested him. Perhaps.”
― Jacob Ross, Black Rain Falling

“I coast, Digson. The coupla pints of gas I got, just enough to take me home. Offer me a drink, youngfella.’ ‘I have juice.’ He curled his lips at me, walked into my spare room, rattled round a while and returned with a bottle of my finest vintage rum. ‘Easterhall X10,’ he breathed. ‘Digson, you’z a petty bourgeois.’ With a twist of his wrist the bottle was open. I slid a glass across the worktop. He smacked his lips, gave me a slow wink.”
― Jacob Ross, Black Rain Falling