Black-writers Quote by Jacqueline Woodson

“Behind me, somebody cleared his throat. It was one of Annabeth’s half-brothers, Malcolm. His face was bright red. “Um, sorry,” he said. “Archery practice…

— Rick Riordan

“He couldn't help but lose himself in Rain's eyes. They were deep vine green, so vivid; the perfect match to her peach cheeks. Malcolm…

— Jason F. Wright

“Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and…

— Anthony Burgess

Malcolm In The Middle... sounds like a sex position

— Sparki Dee

“That’s where they’d gone right after the train station, where Malcolm (Malcolm!) had poured his bloody heart out and begged Owen not to leave.…

— Amy Lane

“In my stories, I wrote Malcolm as fire and gold and power, but here in my arms, Colin is cedar, silver, and summer air.”

— Jacqueline E. Smith

“The music washed over Shane as he stepped into a dimly lit space.  Thick rugs covered the floor, and stacks of written music were…

— Ron Ripley

“The sky was always full of birdsong and evening smells, piano music from a window, the stone buildings glowing against the blue, like cream…

— Olivia Sudjic

“As he [Sir Malcolm Sargeant, conductor of the London Philharmonic] stood in waist deep in the shallows of Whaler's Cove, the littler spinners came…

— Karen Pryor

“Unwinding the white strips from our bodies, we let our sadness float to the ground. Women kicked their heels above their heads. Men twisted…

— Jabari Asim

“The next night, after a monotonous day at work, I found myself drawn away from my room down the same stairs, to the same…

— Stephanie Skeem

“The music and applause fast fading from his ears, Bruce would lay down his guitar, grit his teeth, and walk dutifuly back into his…

— Peter Ames Carlin