When you a runaway, lot of things get left behind. Hard not to think about them. It’s like a piece of you what’s missing. It’s heavy. Like dead weight.[to Royal]
When the light is gone and only the shadow remains, that spirit is nothing compared to the will of a heart that’s overrun with hate.
If you’re meant to be free, then you’re free. And if you’re meant to be in chains, then you’re a n***er.
The only spirit worth its salt is the American spirit. The one that called us up from the Old World to the New, to conquer and build and civilize.
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The heart has a way of working through the body. It’ll fuel you, yes, but it’s the worst kind of fuel.[to Cora]