Thurmond Racist Quotes & Sayings

Considering segregationist senator Strom Thurmond, Richard Nixon concluded, "Strom is no racist." There are no racists in America, or at least none that the people who need to be white know personally. In the era of mass lynching, it was so difficult to find who, specifically, served as executioner that such deaths were often reported by the press as having happened "at the hands of persons unknown. — Ta-Nehisi Coates

I am obsessive always, even as a child. On one side is this strict orthodox religion, on the other is communism, and I am this little girl pulled between the two. It makes me who I am. It turns me into the kind of person that Freud would have a field day with, for sure. — Marina Abramovic

A family of three had become, in Michael Arroyo's young mind, an army of two. — Mike Lupica

That's the real mystery, isn't it? Not whether he was a common merchant or the queen's son, but how he could understand so much about human nature. And write about it in a way that still rings true, all these years later.' ". . . " 'That's Shakespeare's secret. . . — Elise Broach

If you're considered a beauty, it's hard to be accepted doing anything but standing around. — Cybill Shepherd

They didn't know being dead is only being asleep, and you're bound to wake up somewhere or other, either where you go to sleep or some better place. — E. Nesbit

Hey. Look at me. You're being ridiculous, and not because you have woman parts. — Lauren Groff

I'm inspired by people who keep on rolling, no matter their age. — Jimmy Buffett

There remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week. — Robin McKinley

We are more than the work we perform. In fact, I'd say that our work is a mere representation of who we are underneath. — Shawn Amos

Any other questions?"
"Just one," I say. "What color are your eyes?" I want to know what he thinks, how he sees himself - the real Ky - when he dares to look.
"Blue," he says sounding surprised, "they've always been blue."
"Not to me."
"What do they look like to you?" he says puzzled, amused. Not looking at my mouth anymore, looking into my eyes.
"Lots of colors," I say. "At first I thought they were brown. Once I thought they were green ... "
"What are they now?" he asks. He widens his eyes a little, leans closer, lets me look as long and deep as I want.
"Well?"
"Everything," I tell him, "They're everything. — Ally Condie

You see, freedom has a way of destroying things. — Scott Westerfeld