It's okay to love something bigger than yourself without fearing it. Anything worth loving is bigger than we are anyway. — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
“Replacing one word for another is ridiculous... The intention of it is where the problem resides, not in the spelling and pronunciation.” — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
“I was, in life, to be a gambler, a risk taker, a swashbuckler, a knight. I accepted, then and there, my place in this… — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
Everybody should read fiction… I don’t think serious fiction is written for a few people. I think we live in a stupid culture that… — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
“Like most people I am smarter than some, dumber than others, skinnier than most, and fatter than a few, but none was ever more… — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
“I had never seen a white man filled with such fear. The remarkable truth, however, was that it was not the pistol, but my… — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
Often one finds surprises in a novel, but it is rare to find a novel that is a surprise. Richard Melo's 'Happy Talk' is… — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
“How's Mother?" "In and out." As I said it I wondered which was the bad way: in or out? Was she lost when she… — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
It's okay to love something bigger than yourself without fearing it. Anything worth loving is bigger than we are anyway. — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
Elisabeth Sheffield's new novel is multilayered, smart, beautifully written, and funny. I was taken in by the first paragraph and held firmly through the… — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
“I considered the northern white stance against slavery. How much of the desire to end the institution was fueled by a need to quell… — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
“Everybody talks about genocides around the world, but when the killing is slow and spread over a hundred years, no one notices. Where there… — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
“Why did God set it up like this?” Rachel asked. “With them as masters and us as slaves?” “There is no God, child. There’s… — Percival Everett Copy Share Image
