To name something is to wait for it in the place you think it will pass.
A rich man told me recently that a liberal is a man who tells other people what to do with their money.
When I die, the consciousness I carry I will to black people. May they pick me apart and take the useful parts, the sweet meat of my feelings. And leave the bitter bullshit rotten white parts alone.
from the slave ship to the citizenship we faced a lot of bullship
The torture of being the unseen object, and the constantly observed subject.
Who has ever stopped to think of the divinity of Lamont Cranston?