I'd spent seven years in an all-boys school: 2,000 adolescents in the same khaki uniforms striking hunting poses, stalking lunchrooms, classrooms, changing rooms, looking for boys who didn't fit in. — 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
