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Ventress wants to face it. You want to fight it. But I don’t think I want either of those things.

There is no more beauty, and there’s no more imagination. And there are no frontiers left to conquer.

So you’re a southern girl. A real American honey like me.

#SmallAxe

Thank God, not me. He wants us to survive. Well, that’s what we have to believe.

It’s kinda long but it’s full of suspense.

I have my belief, and in all its simplicity that is the most powerful thing.

It is as if nothing is happening in the here and now, but recalled through some medium that imposes a somnambulist slowness on everything: the look and sound of dead men walking.

People are saying there’s something in the sky.

…if I tells you to yank out every single nail from every moldering nail-hole and suck off every spec of rust till all them nails sparkle like a sperm whale’s pecker and then carpenter the whole light station back together from scrap, and then do it all over again, you’ll do it!

Why don’t you look at yourself and write down what you see? Or maybe you’re afraid to.

I’ll be right here.

Did you resist the temptation to be obvious?

Black: I’m me man. Ain’t trying to be nothing else. Kevin: So you hard now? Black: I ain’t say that. Kevin: Then what?

What do you think – would she hurt someone who loves her above all else? Would she sell herself for art?

Joe, wake up. It’s a beautiful day.

Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted.

I don’t have the same problem you have.

We love you so much, Cleo. We love you so, so much.