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Slowness

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“Something akin to pride kreeps into his voice, but it's a hollow sort of pride. It's the pride of someone who's rarely proud of anything. It's the type of pride that can be knocked over with a feather, and so it rarely gets to shine in the face of the world. The little Black kid flashes those impossibly white teeth at me and he laughs and then he covers his smile and quells the laughter [...], and I know that he's spent his entire life being afraid to be happy.”

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“-E non c'è niente di peggio di non sapere perchè si ha paura... - continuò il Maestro. - Voglio dire: sono semplici fumetti. Storie illustrate per ragazzi. Che male possono fare? -Non lo so. - è come aver paura di un libro, di una sinfonia, di un quadro o di un monologo a teatro. Si può aver paura di queste cose? - Credo di no, - risposi - E invece sì, - replicò lui. - è proprio di queste cose che si deve avere paura, perché sono incontrollabili. Sono libere.”

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“Certain bodies don't belong to their inhabitants. Never have, never will again. A persistent, inescapable, and horrific truth known by millions of unsettled bodies. The Fear. It had always been there, but I could see it now. Could really recognize it. And once that happens, once you see it, you can't look away. Can't ever quiet it. Can't ever forget that you don't belong to yourself anymore, but to the hands, fists, cuffs, and bullets of a stranger.”

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“Children see God every day; they just don't call it that. It's the summer sky painted with cumulus clouds by day and sequined with a million stars by night. It's the sweet whispers of sweet gum trees and the sounds riding the tops of honeysuckle-scented breezes. Children feel God stuffed into brown fluffy dogs with stitches strong enough to withstand a good squeeze, and on the lips of round women who can't get enough sugar from Chocolate. I began to believe that God is us and nature, beauty and love, mystery and majesty, everything right and good.”

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