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Debt Chauffeur, that's my name for him now, wants to marry me. He asked me down on bended knee, and I would have been honored - except he wants us to live in London, and he wants me to live white. I crowed at that. I laughed so hard and not a tear came. He couldn't understand it. I don't often think on how white I look; it's always been a question of how colored I feel, and I feel plenty colored. He said that no one in London will know that..
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born-into-slavery
mulatto
the-wind-done-gone
marriage-proposal
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God doesn't give a man anything more precious than a good woman.
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Alice Randall |
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When a good man loves a good woman, God smiles. When a good man loves a good woman, God smiles so broad and bright that the angel guarding the gate to Eden puts down his fiery sword. I've been to busy to get to Eden. What kind of man is too busy to make God smile?
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Alice Randall |
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All the different ways of talking English I throw together like a salad and dine greedily in my mongrel tongue.
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Alice Randall |
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True love is a preview of heaven, and you do what you got to, to get it.
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Alice Randall |
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We are taught to think ourselves ugly. Eyes are an assaulted sense. We are taught to behave by spankings and whippings. Touch is an assaulted sense. We are taught we should not smell, or we smell wrong. Smell is an assaulted sense. We listen to songs that call us 'hos and tell us how to give blow jobs. Hearing is an assaulted sense. Taste, not so much.
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music
songs
humor
hearing
smell
taste
sense
food
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Alice Randall |
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Love, Ada thought out on the lake that first spring afternoon, is largely a matter of paying attention and good timing.
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Alice Randall |
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The front of my head feels like a house, and the thoughts reside within different set places that I can rearrange like furniture, but mostly I don't. I come from a furniture-dodging tribe. We tiptoe around the pieces as they remain in place. I'm thinking that way again. Strange, the small things that make us proud.
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Alice Randall |
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We were in Venice at the time of the revels before Lent. I went into the plaza wearing a mask and hood. I saw a pretty girl, dark skin, dark eyes. She smelled strong of fish and capers and fried artichokes. I kissed her for Beauty's sake. For Lady's sake. Behind the veil of the mask, in the old Jewish Quarter, I kissed her, kissed her, and didn't cry, because I know one day I will die. And I will not rise again.
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Alice Randall |
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There are facts can poison you dead as arsenic. I have long known this to be true. There are facts can get you drunker than sipping whiskey straight.
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Alice Randall |
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I wanted to slap Miss Priss. Slap her hard. But I didn't do it. It always been this way with me. I'll call another girl "bitch" before you blink, but I don't like to hit a woman. I guess it always felt like too much of a man to do it. Strange enough. Strength always seemed to rob the girl out of me, so I always take care to keep it hid."
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Alice Randall |
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I'm greedy for a second serving of those words. I want a dessert of those words, a soup, a salad. I wanted to salt those words and snap them in like peanuts.
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Alice Randall |
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A man another woman can steal from you ain't your man no way
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love-quotes
romance
realistic
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Alice Randall |
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Don't stop short of your goal
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Alice Randall |