When hope is hungry, everything feeds it.
— Well, we almost pulled it off. Despite what everybody thought. Worst part of it is, they're gonna blame us for the whole thing. And they can't have people knowing the truth. We're the patsies. The cover-up. Don't forget, we're the bad guys. For about 2 sweet seconds... I had hope.
— You had hope, huh? Hope don't stop the wheel from turning, my brother.
— You preaching?
— It's coming back around for you. How many people you killed, man?
— You don't ask nobody no question like that, ese.
— You ain't ever whacked down no women. No kids.
— I don't kill women or children.
— I do.
I became a writer to escape the despair of the world and enter the world of hope I create with my imagination.
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit.
He threw all those parties hoping she'd wander in one night.