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“He was sure that if he looked closely at the label, it would have some warning about driving with them in his system, but from somewhere he had dragged up his army self, the one that kept pushing through beyond the bounds of reason. When the going gets tough, the tough take drugs.”

“…an eternal maternal dialectic.”

No man is brave that has never walked 100 miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, cooler than mirror glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than 100 years of quiet introspection.

Sometimes a man enjoys a symphony. Elsetimes he finds a jig more suited to his taste. The same holds true for lovemaking. One type is suited to the deep cushions of a twilight forest Glade. Another comes quite naturally tangled in the sheets of narrow beds upstairs in inns. Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finally played, to have at last her own true music made.

There were kids inside, the older ones playing basketball, Black each and all, as entirely as we up home were white, and from the looks of that street, just about as broke. All of us living where we got born maybe you have to pay extra to mingle.

People find more ways to shut up their monsters than the Bible has verses.

“it felt like church, the part where they say, remember, who died for your sins. For Dori and me, all our best people died on us early, before we had any good shot at sin. so we had catching up to do maybe that’s why nothing we ever did felt wrong.”

“‘Who made you the voice of wisdom?’ Louise said, but only in her head, because the love of a good man, wasn’t something to be thrown away like a piece of paper.”

“He wanted a son. He wanted a son so he could teach him all the things he knew, as well as how to learn all the things he didn’t know. He couldn’t teach his daughter anything, she knew more than he did already. And he wanted a son because he was a man.”

“Knowing that when light is gone, Love remains for shining” (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

“Mr. Hunter liked cooking, and he was always making a mess in the kitchen. ‘My creative side,’ he said. ‘Women cook food because people need to eat.’ Dr. Hunter said. ‘Men cook to show off.’”

“ no room for two creative talents in a marriage.”

“Time is measured in meaning…It is meaning that drives most people forward into time and it is meaning that reminds them of the past so they know where they are in the universe.”

“That is the way murder is. It isn’t like TV, it isn’t like the books. It is holding a man’s head in your hands as his eyes flutter and die, it is watching the blood pour and the body twitch, and thinking how easy it was.”

“There was naught so tiresome-or, sometimes, as dangerous-as a man who felt belittled by a woman.”

“Jesus made a last walk, and so did Hitler, we all get a turn. The only one we are missing is the Devil.”

“Why did god create us with so many dark winding puzzles inside.” Dark wow.

“…and the vowels round and the consonants grow in to planets, that become the universe that expands in the light of her dark eyes.

“It doesn’t take a wizard to predict a shit future that is already yesterday.” Lol

If you read this, you’ll want a historical impeachment of Andrew Jackson.

“There is no promise so hollow as one that cannot be kept.”

“But then, would you not say,” Enelda pressed, to Hawley’s dismay, “that any law designed to prevent criticism of the law is merely tyranny in disguise?”

“He would keep it all to himself. He could be with Bea in that moment, for those days, for the rest of his life. Some secrets are weights to be borne. Others are gifts, little bits of warmth, to be revisited again and again. No one else ever needed to know. No one else had the right to know. It was theirs and theirs alone.”

On a painting by Monet “…but somewhere in the scene I was certain the painting also celebrated my enslavement, and I wanted to spit on it.” The author repeatedly looks for offense in all works of art not rendered by a black African, African American, or Native American. It’s tiresome.

Mongo: “He was like a goddamn psychotic Wolverine hopped up on bath salts.”

“Goddamit Donut!”

“She looked up at us ‘I am already one of God‘s most perfect creatures, so I won’t be changing race when the opportunity arises. I was born a cat and I will die a cat. In fact, I’m going to have to insist that Carl choose a cat race as well.’” 😂😂😂