Status Updates From If Beale Street Could Talk

“Each of these men would gladly go to jail, blow away a pig, or blow up a city, to save their progeny from the jaws of this democratic hell.”

”it’s a miracle to realize that somebody loves you”

On the top of the page, there’s a paragraph that perfectly describes how, after a tragedy, we see people in a different light. We could be more afraid of them, or maybe, more fearful of their opinions. But, sometimes we worry if they could help us at all.

Heartbreakingly vivid. You can tell that the characters have so much to lose, and yet, they continue on in slow, painful motions. Determined to keep going, in spite of the immense pressure surrounding their souls.

If you cross the Sahara, and you fall, by and by vultures circle around you, smelling, sensing, your death. They circle lower and lower: they wait. They know. They know exactly when the flesh is ready, when the spirit cannot fight back. The poor are always crossing the Sahara. And the lawyers and bondsmen and all that crowd circle around the poor, exactly like vultures.

"La gente nos hace pagar por nuestro aspecto, que es también el aspecto que creemos tener, y lo que el tiempo escribe en un rostro humano es el registro de esa colisión."