He stood looking at her. She knew that he did not see her. No, she thought, it was not that exactly. He always looked straight at people and his damnable eyes never missed a thing, it was only that he made people feel as if they did not exist. He just stood looking.

The political spin in Washington is revolting, just revolting. It&#39;s a callous political game.

Black is a blind remembering, she thought. You listen for pack sounds, for the cries of those who hunted your ancestors in a past so ancient only your most primitive cells remember. The ears see. The nostrils see.

Those who work ought to live better than those that don&#39;t.

John G. Schmitz

Quotes by John G. Schmitz

Written By John G. Schmitz

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