If Beale Street Could Talk

‘Baby. Baby. Baby. I love you. And I’m going to build us a table and a whole lot of folks going to be eating off it for a long, long time to come.’

To do much is to have the power and the necessity to dictate to the damned.

The mind is like an object that picks up dust. The object doesn’t know, any more than the mind does, why what clings to it clings. But once whatever it is lights on you, it doesn’t go away; and so, after that afternoon at the vegetable stand, I saw Bell everywhere, and all the time.

The mind is like an object that picks up dust. The object doesn’t know, any more than the mind does, why what clings to it clings. But once whatever it is lights on you, it doesn’t go away; and so, after that afternoon at the vegetable stand, I saw Bell everywhere, and all the time.

But, though she and envy are familiars, scorn is unknown to her.

Despair can make one monstrous, but it can also make one noble

One of the most terrible, most mysterious things about a life is that a warning can be heeded only in retrospect: too late.

Once on the ground, one had to hope, merely, not to be buried beneath the flaming, crashing walls.

I remembered, for some reason, something someone had said to me a long time ago – it might have been Fonny : A fool never says he’s a fool.

I know that it ends. I ain’t going to tell you no lies, like it always ends for the better. Sometimes it ends for the worse. You can suffer so bad that you can be driven to a place where you can’t ever suffer again: and that’s worse.’