The song instantly insisted it'd never existed.

A life spent shaping a world I want Jackson to inherit, not one I fear Jackson shall inherit, this strikes me as a life worth the living.

Pain is strong, aye - but friends' eyes, more strong." I told him that he knows next to nothing about me & I know nothing about him. He jabbed at his eyes & jabbed at mine, as if that single gesture were ample explanation.

The truth of a myth...is not in its words but its patterns.

We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

I rarely ever put my head above the rampart and see where this big lumbering behemoth called 'global literature' is going.

Always, it is the poor people who pay. And always, it is the poor people's women who pay the most.