“Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.”
“It was august. for years it was august … . there was heat like wet gauze and a high, white sky and music coming from everywhere at once.”
“Oh, how I longed to burst through the doors and go walking through the streets, with my hands open, like weapons!”
“During the late nights, try to walk in the empty streets with an empty mind! Light of wisdom will soon accompany you!”
“I walk through the streets as if I was burning in some eternal bonfire.”
“Are you listening, Jasper? Sometimes you'll be walking in the city late at night, and a woman walking in front of you will spin her head around and then cross the street simply because some members of your gender rape women and molest children!”