If you can only be tall because someone else is on their knees, then you have a serious problem. And white people have a very, very serious problem.

Never did he once consider directing his hatred toward the hunters. Such an emotion would have destroyed him ... His subconscious knew what his min did not guess-that hating them would have consumed him, burned him up like a piece of soft coal, leaving only flakes of ash and a question mark of smoke.

Sifting daylight dissolves the memory, turns it into dust motes floating in light.

I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it.

From my point of view, your life is already a miracle of chance waiting for you to shape its destiny.

The race thing is sort of a misnomer. It's just the human race, right? That's it. The rest of it, and racism, is socially constructed. Nobody is born racist, no one. What happens is other things that are usually based on power, money, feeling good about yourself, or bad about yourself, those things play into hating other people for whatever reason.

Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.