And Sometimes I Wonder About You (Leonid McGill, #5)

by Walter Mosley

It struck me that sadness had as many striations as a rainbow—only in grays.

The police had laid off killing men for selling loosies for the time being—bad publicity.

the novel was the only way a human being could truly express the lives he experienced.

Sometimes you might forget who you are and where, but that’s okay because there’s always somebody around that’s happy to remind you.

I never liked it when a person so identified with their oppressor that they forgave them.