Freaks are called freaks and are treated as they are treated – in the main, abominably – because they are human beings who cause to echo, deep within us, our most profound terrors and desires.
James BaldwinA child cannot be taught by anyone who despises him, and a child cannot afford to be fooled.
James BaldwinI remembered that life in that room seemed to be occuring beneath the sea, time flowed past indiffrently above us, hours and days had no meaning.
James BaldwinWith everything in me screaming No! yet the sum of me sighed Yes.
James BaldwinFor nothing is fixed, forever and forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock. Generations do not cease to be born, and we are responsible to them because we are the only witnesses they have. The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.
James BaldwinStichwörter: light sea earth generations always nothing fix forever changing
Looking at his face, it sometimes came to her that all women had been cursed from the cradle; all, in one fashion or another, being given the same cruel destiny, born to suffer the weight of men. Frank claimed that she got it all wrong side up: it was men who suffered because they had to put up with the ways of women—and this from the time that they were born until the day they died.
James BaldwinWe stared at each other across a narrow space that was full of danger, that almost seemed to roar, like flame.
‘Come,’ he said.
she was disquietingly fluid—fluid without, however, being able to flow. I felt a hardness and a constriction in her, a grave mistrust, created already by too many men like me ever to be conquered now.
James BaldwinIt was a gesture of great despair and I knew that she was giving herself, not to me, but to that lover who would never come.
James BaldwinI smiled and I really felt at that moment that Judas and the Savior had met in me. [...] And yet even this was not as real as my despairing sense that nothing was real for me again—unless, indeed, this sensation of falling was reality.
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