“After eight days in the sun of the Virgin Islands her skin was brown enough and her hair was returning to its natural colour. She walked miles up and down the beaches and ate nothing except fish and fruit. She slept a lot the first few days. She looked at her wrist and then remembered that her watch was in a bag somewhere. She didn't need it here. She woke with the sun and went to bed after dark. But now she was waiting, so she had looked at her wrist. It was almost dark when the taxi stopped at the end of the small road. He got out, paid the driver and looked at the lights as the car disappeared back up the road. He had one bag. He could see a light from the house between the trees at the edge of the beach, and he walked towards it. He didn't know what to expect. He knew how he felt about her, but did she feel the same? She was waiting at the back of the house, looking out to sea, with a drink in her hand. She smiled at him, put down her drink and let him come to her. They kissed for a long minute. 'You're late,' she said.” LoveFictionJohn GrishamVirgin IslandsCarribeanThe Racketeer Book:The Racketeer Source: The Racketeer
“Every problem has a solution. You may not see it in front of you, but, sooner or later, a solution will appear before your eyes.” MotherVirgin IslandsEtienne S MotherUbaldina M Gibbs Author:Ubaldina M. Gibbs
“Jeg går ikke rundt til daglig og føler bitterhed over at det forholder sig sådan. Men i dag, mens jeg ser den forlorne ceremoni og mærker lugten af krudtrøg fra kanonerne, er det som om noget gærer i mig. En vrede som jeg ikke kan rette mod noget bestemt, kun mod en fortid som var uretfærdig, og en fremtid der virker usikker. Vores skæbne som magtfulde mænds omsættelige valuta.” HistorySlaveryColonialismDenmarkVirgin Islands Book:Faith Source: Faith
“Solitude. Ensomhed. Hvorfor hed det sådan? Da jeg så huset igen, tænkte jeg at forklaringen måske er ganske enkel. Solitude ligger ensomt på en bjergtop næsten så højt man kan komme, og har udsigt over havet til tre sider. Der er ingen naboer, kun skov, og skoven trænger sig på; træerne er begyndt at brede sig ind på den store gårdsplads mellem hovedbygningen, et smukt hus i to stokværk, og et fundament til en anden bygning, som ikke findes længere. Den er rimeligvis blæst bort i en orkan. En anden bygning tæt på selve huset er mere solid og rummer pulte som en skolestue, ja, det er en skolestue eller har været det engang. Døren mangler, og gulvet er dækket afløv og efterladenskaber fra dyr der har søgt ly derinde. Selve huset virker misligholdt, men ikke forfaldent.” HistorySlaveryDenmarkVirgin Islands Book:Faith Source: Faith