Caroline or Change
1.) pg.
92
CAROLINE
You can’t talk to folk like that.
EMMIE
Talk to white folk what you mean.
CAROLINE
Lord I raised a spoiled brat.
They your boss! You ain’t a queen!
Gonna get yourself knocked flat,
mouth off round white folk like that.
2.)
pg. 104
NOAH
CAROLINE!
GIVE IT BACK!
CAROLINE!
I
HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!
There’s
a bomb!
President
Johnson has built a bomb
special
made to kill all Negroes!
I
hate you, hate you, kill al Negroes! Really! For
true!
I
hope he drops his bomb on you!
The Scarlet
Letter
1.) pg.
143
“And,
since Satan saw fit to steal it, your reverence must needs handle him without
gloves, henceforward,” remarked the old sexton, grimly smiling. “But did your
reverence hear of the portent that was seen last night? A great red letter in
the sky,--the letter A,--which we interpret to stand for Angel. For, as our
good Governor Winthrop was made an angel this past night, it was doubtless held
fit that there should be some notice thereof!”
2.) pg.
130
“The
minister well knew—subtle, but remorseful hypocrite that he was!—the light in
which his vague confession would be viewed. He had striven to put a cheat upon
himself by making the avowal of a guilty conscience, but had gained only one
other sin, and a self-acknowledged shame, without the momentary relief of being
self-deceived. He had spoken the very truth, and transformed it into the
veriest falsehood. And yet, by the constitution of his nature, he loved the
truth, and loathed the lie, as few men ever did. Therefore, above all things
else, he loathed his miserable self!”
The Great
Gatsby
1.) pg.
48
“He
had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that
you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the
whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in
your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood,
believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that
it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to
convey.”
2.) pg.
180
“Gatsby
believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes
before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—to-morrow we will run
faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current,
borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
Extremely
Loud and Incredibly Close
1.) pg.
165
“Then,
out of nowhere, a flock of birds flew by the window, extremely fast and
incredibly close. Maybe twenty of them. Maybe more. But they also seemed like
just one bird, because somehow they all knew exactly what to do. Mr. Black
grabbed at his ears and made a bunch of weird sounds. He start crying—not out
of happiness, I could tell, but not out of sadness, either.”
2.) pg.
216
“When
your mother found me in the bakery on Broadway, I wanted to tell her
everything, maybe if I’d been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe
I’d be there with you now instead of here…Maybe, but I couldn’t do it, I had
buried too much too deeply inside me.”
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