There will be no redemption because the men who run this place do not want redemption. They want to be as near to hell as they can.
Colson Whitehead
It was just very calming, I became less anxious about what my next move was. I think it gave me breathing room to try and figure out 'Apex' more.
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I don't feel like I have to conform to some idea of what black literature is. I think of my ideas and I try to execute them well.
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He told himself: Hope is a gateway drug, don't do it.
hope
Mark Spitz didn't ask about Harry. You never asked about the characters that disappeared from a Last Night story. You knew the answer. The plague had a knack for narrative closure.
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In keeping with my family's affection for doomed product lines and hexed formats, we purchased a Betamax. The year before, we'd bought a TRS-80 instead of an Apple II, and in due course we'd unbox Mattel's Intellivision, instead of Atari's legendary gizmo. This was good training for a writer, for the sooner you accept the fact that you are a deluded idiot who is always out of step with reality the better off you will be.
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I can't blame modern technology for my predilection for distraction, not after all the hours I've spent watching lost balloons disappear into the clouds. I did it before the Internet, and I'll do it after the apocalypse, assuming we still have helium and weak-gripped children.
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As time went on, we learned to arm ourselves in our different ways. Some of us with real guns, some of us with more ephemeral weapons, an idea or improbable plan or some sort of formulation about how best to move through the world. An idea that will let us be. Protect us and keep us safe. But a weapon nonetheless.
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You swallow hard when you discover that the old coffee shop is now a chain pharmacy, that the place where you first kissed so-and-so is now a discount electronics retailer, that where you bought this very jacket is now rubble behind a blue plywood fence and a future office building. Damage has been done to your city. You say, ''It happened overnight.'' But of course it didn't. Your pizza parlor, his shoeshine stand, her hat store: when they were here, we neglected them. For all you know, the place closed down moments after the last time you walked out the door. (Ten months ago? Six years? Fifteen? You can't remember, can you?) And there have been five stores in that spot before the travel agency. Five different neighborhoods coming and going between then and now, other people's other cities. Or 15, 25, 100 neighborhoods. Thousands of people pass that storefront every day, each one haunting the streets of his or her own New York, not one of them seeing the same thing.
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Pain could be killed. Sadness could not, but the drugs did shut its mouth for a time.
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It is failure that guides evolution; perfection provides no incentive for improvement, and nothing is perfect.
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A monster is a person who has stopped pretending.
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We never see other people anyway, only the monsters we make of them.
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A society manufactures the heroes it requires.
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New York City in life was much like New York City in death. It was still hard to get a cab, for example.
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