JP

“You raised a child who thought hating people because God made them a different shade of skin was okay. You allowed that hate. You probably fostered it. And your little child and her racist friends, who were all raised by racist parents just like you, were sent out into the world like little fucking hand grenades of hate and stupidity”
― Dennis Lehane, Small Mercies

“They keep us fighting among ourselves like dogs for table scraps so we won’t catch them making off with the feast.”
― Dennis Lehane, Small Mercies

“Did you have Lockdown Mondays when you were in kindergarten?” Jennifer says. I tell her no, we didn’t. “How come?” “I . . . Things were different then.”
― Eric Rickstad, Lilith

“He was Mo-Maw’s youngest son, but he was also her confidant, her lady’s maid, and errand boy. He was her one flattering mirror, and her teenage diary, her electric blanket, her doormat. He was her best pal, the dog she hardly walked, and her greatest romance. He was her cheer on a dreich morning, the only laughter in her audience. Jodie shunted him again but Mungo only grumbled and curled tighter around her. Her brother was her mother’s minor moon, her warmest sun, and at the exact same time, a tiny satellite that she had forgotten about. He would orbit her for an eternity, even as she, and then he, broke into bits.”
― Douglas Stuart, Young Mungo