Quotes from Colson Whitehead

Ormandan nas?l ç?kaca??m?z? bilemeyebiliriz ama düÅŸtüÄŸümüz zaman birbirimizi kald?rabiliriz ve varaca??m?z yere ancak birlikte varabiliriz.

Ä°nsanlar doÄŸduklar? zaman iyidir ama dünya onlar? kötüleÅŸtirir. Dünya zaten hep kötüdür ve her gün daha da kötü bir yer hâline gelir.

The man's posture said that he did not enjoy taking orders, and the insolence in his eyes was not slave insolence, an impotent pose, but a hard fact.

Know your value and you know your place in the order.

We must believe in our souls that we are somebody, that we are significant, that we are wonderful, and we must walk the streets of life every day with this sense of dignity and this sense of somebody-ness

The plastic-covered notebooks were candy-colored and palm-size, brimming with the characters and arcana of a prosperous and long-standing children's entertainment combine. The creation myth of the product line concerned the adventures of a clever, effeminate armadillo and his cohort of resourceful desert critters.

Cora's mother and Ava grew up on the plantation at the same time. They were treated to the same Randall hospitality, the travesties so routine and familiar that they were a kind of weather, and the ones so imaginative in their monstrousness that the mind refused to accommodate them.

Stubborn breaks when it don't bend, and his family had spent too much time with the kindly white folks in the north. Kindly in that they didn't see fit to kill you fast. One thing about the south, it was not patient when it came to killing negroes. In

Because to walk around with that in your mind and do nothing was to die.

It had been a cool dawn. Wisps of white moisture hovered over the ground.

Cora never got his name, nor that of the town of departure. Just that he was another person of subterranean inclinations—and a taste for imported white tile. The walls of the station were covered with it.

Desmond had a round head, chubby baby cheeks, and a voice that startled everyone the first time they heard it, it was so gruff and full of bass. His voice made the chucks jump when he crept up on them, and he got a kick out of it, until one day a supervisor with an even deeper voice crept up on him and taught him a lesson.

Patriots boasted of how often they'd been searched and given a clean bill.

You should have gone yourself, you ask for a Coke and they come back with orange drink. No one understands the martyrdom of the volunteers for the trip to food concession.

Blake's face distorted in surprise and worry, that of a man stumbling into a kingdom of hornets.

They were up past dawn, crashed, were granted absolution in its secular manifestation of late checkout.

They were the paper of record, which meant they were in the business of protecting the system

When trafficking in cadavers, it helped to be immune to sentimentality.

Perhaps his life might have veered elsewhere if the US government had opened the country to colored advancement like they opened the army. But it was one thing to allow someone to kill for you and another to let him live next door. The GI Bill fixed things pretty good for the white boys he served with, but the uniform meant different things depending who wore it. What was the point of a no-interest loan when a white bank won't let you step inside?

The girl's vulgarities reminded Cora of the plantation and the stream of oaths delivered by the hands when master's eye was not on them. The small rebellion of servants everywhere.

When black blood was money, the savvy businessman knew to open the vein.

themselves that separated the human spirits within

The boy made a fist. He knew what he'd do if the man put his hand on his leg or tried to touch his thing. He'd vowed to sock Freddie Rich in the face many times and then stood paralyzed when the time came, but this day he felt he could actually do it. Drawing strength from the free world.

In here and out there are the same, but in here no one has to act fake anymore.