zadie-smith

Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand, but tell it.

American houses...' she said, peering over her right shoulder and down the street. 'They always seem to believe that nobody ever loses anything, has lost anything. I find that very sad. Do you know what I mean?

A little white woman, . . . [a] tiny little white woman I could fit in my pocket._ . . . __nd I don__ know why I__ surprised. You don__ even notice it _ you never notice. You think it__ normal. Everywhere we go, I__ alone in this_ this sea of white. I barely know any black folk any more, Howie. My whole life is white. I don__ see any black folk unless they be cleaning under my feet in the fucking café in your fucking college. Or pushing a fucking hospital bed through a corridor . . . __ gave up my life for you. I don__ even know who I am any more._ . . . __ould you have found anybody less like me if you__ scoured the earth? . . . My leg weighs more than that woman. What have you made me look like in front of everybody in this town? You married a big black bitch and you run off with a fucking leprechaun?

an English girl might well believethat time is how you spend your love.

I AM NOT A WAITER. I HAVE BEEN A STUDENT, A SCIENTIST, A SOLDIER, MY WIFE IS CALLED ALSANA, WE LIVE IN EAST LONDON BUT WE WOULD LIKE TO MOVE NORTH. I AM A MUSLIM BUT ALLAH HAS FORSAKEN ME OR I HAVE FORSAKEN ALLAH, I'M NOT SURE. I HAVE A FRIEND__RCHIE__ND OTHERS. I AM FORTY-NINE BUT WOMEN STILL TURN IN THE STREET. SOMETIMES. (3.81)