“Segovia, Yusef Lateef, Yo-Yo Ma. But no singers. Music without words let him fill his head with images of his own making or no images at all.” — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“These days, Cal would no more go to a club than he would a rodeo. The deafening music, the blinding strobes, the drunk rowdy crowd waving their arms and woo-hooing like it was enjoyable being squeezed into a dance floor… — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“Come on in,” he said without getting up. “I’m Ed Blevins. Please, sit-sit, we’re not formal around here. Let me guess. You’re here about… — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“We’d like to see the security supervisor,” Isaiah said. “You mean Ed?” she said, as if they were making a silly mistake. “If that’s… — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“Now it’s hard to make out here but your dog has some dewlap, wrinkling on the forehead, the legs are a little long and… — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“Look at him. There’s no more chance he’ll make a decent record than Bug turning down a Family Meal at Popeye’s.” Cal” — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“picked this up at Skip’s place,” the kid said. He showed Bobby a bullet. It looked like a regular .45-caliber round but the bullet… — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“Nestor wondered why the guy didn't stay around & be a hero.....Nestor would have to find him & thank him personally. A black guy… — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“Isaiah went on explaining like a college professor talking to a not very bright middle school student:” — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“The battering ram took the door out no problem. The siren was as loud as Pet City’s but the burglars wore noise-suppression headphones like… — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“My name is Isaiah,” Isaiah said. Bug held his meaty paw in the shape of a handgun, shooting it for emphasis. “Well, I’m gonna… — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“I be at the strip club, gettin’ me some hot rub, tokin’ on a big dub, hungry for some big grub. Split to the… — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“I got to stop roamin’, be a pigeon goin’ homin’ back to Mississippi, make some homemade chili while I be chillin’ with my kinfolk… — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
“Black the Knife, down without a fight A termite, a flea bite, Got stage fright, no right to life Boy’s an absentee, a detainee,… — Joe Ide Copy Share Image
