"He left a trail of sawdust wherever he went" - Apex Hides the Hurt by Colson Whitehead
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
"His body was somewhere it had never been before"
"His body was somewhere it had never been before" - Uncle Rock by Dagoberto Gilb
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
"For him the green of the field was a magic light"
"For him the green of the field was a magic light" - Uncle Rock by Dagoberto Gilb
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
"He was always too willing and nice, too considerate, too generous"
"He was always too willing and nice, too considerate, too generous" - Uncle Rock by Dagoberto Gilb
Monday, May 24, 2010
"Happiness might come the way of early morning"
"Happiness might come the way of early morning" - Uncle Rock by Dagoberto Gilb
Sunday, May 23, 2010
"He never spoke anyway, so how could he have said anything wrong?"
"He never spoke anyway, so how could he have said anything wrong?" - Uncle Rock by Dagoberto Gilb
Saturday, May 22, 2010
"And then he took one step closer"
"And then he took one step closer" - One Step Closer by Iain Rowan
Friday, May 21, 2010
"He wondered whether he had counted right"
"He wondered whether he had counted right" - One Step Closer by Iain Rowan
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
"Life had moved on and left you behind floundering in its wake"
"Life had moved on and left you behind floundering in its wake" - One Step Closer by Iain Rowan
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
"I don’t think I have ever felt more alive, he thought"
"I don’t think I have ever felt more alive, he thought" - One Step Closer by Iain Rowan
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
"I've never stayed anywhere else for any length of time"
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
"Come here. I want to show you something"
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
"Some just empty. Some like fingers. And it don't stay still"
Thursday, May 6, 2010
"There're five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly"
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
"Through the blast of the gun and the picking of his pocket he slept like a baby"
"Through the blast of the gun and the picking of his pocket he slept like a baby" - The Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison