Quotes from Marlon James

When I finally die, at the hand of the Duolingon, how many runes will you have to write each night to stop me from coming for you?

I want to lie down in the grass on the sidewalk and I want to run and keep running.

I am content with much. This world never gives me anything, and yet I have everything I want.

Plenty people even in the middle of sufferation going pick the bad they know over the good they can only dream about, because who dream but madman and fool?

Then I wondered if everybody has that person that haunts them, the one that got away.

Gun weight is a different kind of weight. Or maybe it be something else, a feeling that whenever you hold a gun is really the gun holding you.

The car is hopping over bumps, jumping, tearing, screeching. The green car in sight, out of sight, vanishing around a corner only to appear when I skate around, behind three or four cars. God, I hope he's not trying to lose me. I almost said "give me the slip." I could feel it coming but I didn't.

after Tuesday come Wednesday. And what you do on Tuesday change the type of Wednesday that going come to you.

En eso soy como el Cantante porque a él también le encanta hablar, hasta cuando toma la guitarra y crea sus rimas con «ismo» y «cisma» lo que está haciendo es hablar. Y hasta cuando rima «ismo» con «cisma» está esperando que le contestes porque lo que aquí hacemos es conversar. El reggae no es más que un hombre que habla y conversa con otro hombre, conversando por ambos laos, como digo yo.

All you ever did was watch woman suffer and blame her for it.

Stalag Rhythm

Being a fool is a curse too

Detrás de la caja registradora hay un letrero que anuncia que si tu hamburguesa tarda más de quince minutos, no te la cobran. Hace dos días les mostré mi reloj de pulsera pasados dieciséis minutos y me dijeron que la norma sólo se aplica a las hamburguesas con queso.

The hippopotamus is invisible in water.

the policeman move up the line saying, You can't fuck, go home. You can't fuck neither remove youself. You look like you can fuck, stay. You go, you go. Hold on, hold on now, you move like is you the one who getting the fucking. Batty boy, remove youself, and you, you better stay.

is not gone, you're in the flatness of the deadlands. Time doesn't stop. You watch it move but you are still, like a painting with a Mona Lisa smile.

We don't own truth. Truth is truth and nothing you can do about it even if you hide it, or kill it, or even tell it. It was truth before you open your mouth and say, That there is a true thing.

But sometime, a negro get tired of white man stomping so he grab the foot, twist and break it. Sometime a negro say, Enough done be enough now.

Seem that if baby get left in manger he would scratch up, bite up and dead by the third day. But white people think this be the greatest thing. The baby grow up and they kill him, and white people think this be even greater. It make plenty sense that white people would get so much mirth and joy out of this 'cause nobody kill for fun like backra.

people do that? Can people want to be with someone all the time, okay most of the time, and yet also wish they were alone? And not in little compartments but at once? At the same time? All the time? I want to be alone but I need to not be. I

He will live to see them make him a national hero and he will die the only person thinking he had failed. That's what happens when you personify hopes and dreams in one person. He becomes nothing more than a literary device.

Something else that her mind answer before the question ask. She know the answer. She can't help nobody out of white man power, not even herself. The woman eye still asking. Lilith don't know how to fix her eye to say no, so she look at the man and the same question come over him face.

Sunt vizavi, aÈ™tept în staÈ›ia de autobuz, dar pân? acum am l?sat s? treac? dou?. Apoi al treilea. El n-a ieÈ™it pe uÈ™a din fa??. Nici m?car o dat?, ca eu s? pot traversa strada într-o clip? È™i s? strig: îÈ›i mai aminteÈ™ti de mine? Nu ne-am v?zut de mult. Am nevoie de ajutorul t?u.

That's what happens when your personify hopes and dreams in one person. He becomes nothing more than a literary device.