“I miss you, sister," he say. "I miss me too," she say. Always too clever but not clever enough to know when to blow out that wick so she don't shine too bright around a man, even if the man… — Marlon James Copy Share Image
“Nobody falls that way without being pushed. I know. And I know how it feels and looks, a body that falls fighting air all… — Marlon James Copy Share Image
“People think blood red, but blood don't got no colour. Not when blood wash the floor she lying on as she scream for that… — Marlon James Copy Share Image
The fiction writer in me likes gaps in stories because I can jump into that gap and try to suggest something. — Marlon James Copy Share Image
In 1976, Rastafarians were one of the most violated, persecuted groups in Jamaica. They could be beaten within an inch of their lives, or… — Marlon James Copy Share Image
“I miss you, sister," he say. "I miss me too," she say. Always too clever but not clever enough to know when to blow… — Marlon James Copy Share Image
What I find, particularly with young writers and readers, is that they don't want complicated feelings. — Marlon James Copy Share Image
At 28 years old, seven years out of college, I was so convinced that my voice outed me as a fag that I had… — Marlon James Copy Share Image
“The white man say we’re fighting for freedom from totalitarianism, terrorism and tyranny, but nobody know what he mean. I” — Marlon James Copy Share Image
“Nineteen seventy-six come and bring an election with it. The man who bring guns to the ghetto made it clear, that there is no… — Marlon James Copy Share Image
“She not black, she mulatto. Mulatto, mulatto, mulatto. Maybe she be family to both and to hurt white man just as bad as hurting… — Marlon James Copy Share Image
“Shiny like new zinc holding up a roof or a fence right beside old zinc, the material itself a living history of when last… — Marlon James Copy Share Image
