Matt Powell

“We felt there was a creeping tepidness in music, a cloying softness, as if music were only a salve, not an instigator. It’s”
― Carrie Brownstein, Hunger Makes Me a Modern Girl: A Memoir

“The fish fanciers, sitting by their ponds and gazing into their depths, were tracing shadows darker than they understood.”
― Tom Holland, Rubicon: The Last Years of the Roman Republic

“For example, the ancient Japanese had onna-zumo (women’s wrestling), but as the sports historian Allen Guttmann writes, “The debased motivation for this activity is suggested by the names of the wrestlers: ‘Big Boobs,’ ‘Deep Crevice,’ and ‘Holder of the Balls.”
― Jonathan Gottschall, The Professor in the Cage: Why Men Fight and Why We Like to Watch

“We drank a glass of wine on the front porch, and the Thompsons made some generalizations about black people that made us feel uncomfortable, although I had certainly heard worse from my father and his friends in London. They loved Lucy and Monk like family, and Cadi loved to go to black church, but there were a lot of worthless blacks on welfare who didn’t want to work, and we should never stop in Tchula, even if we ran down a pedestrian, because the people there would surely rob us, and quite possibly rape Mariah by the side of the road.”
― Richard Grant, Dispatches from Pluto: Lost and Found in the Mississippi Delta