“I have to tell you how it was, exactly as I saw it, because this was the end and the start of everything, wasn't it? So come on, Terence, get on with it, you don't have all day.”
“People would see me coming and know who I was, who I was not and so what if I had those blue eyes? Some blue eyes are different.”
“The Boy's eyes suddenly focused, like he'd just seen McCoy for the first time. He spun his arm round towards him and lined up a shot, pistol aimed square at his head. McCoy froze as the boy adjusted his aim and squeezed the trigger.”
“What could make a stable, gregarious, newly married man who had just made plans for the weekend suddenly jump off a building?”
“Twelve. That was the year that I learned that being Black and poor defined me more than being bright and hopeful and ready.”
“One autumn morning, as I read a dead poet's letters in my friend Wendy's backyard in San Francisco, I glimpse a fragment of that atomic mutuality.”
“Dogs like to talk. We are talking all the time, non-stop. To each other, to humans, to ourselves. Talk, talk, talk . . . During every sniff, every bark, every crotch nuzzle, every spray of a lamppost, we are speaking our minds. So if you want the truth, ask the dog”
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