Sherman Alexie book The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
Source: The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
Source: The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
Sherman Alexie book The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
Source: The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
Franz Kline (1910–1962) American painter
1950's, Conversations With Artists, 1957
“There are only two forces at work in this world- black and white. Only people are grey.”
Chris Heimerdinger (1963) American writer
Source: Gadiantons and the Silver Sword
Julie Anne Peters (1952) American writer
Source: By the Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead
Bruce Parry (1969) British documentarian
As quoted in "My hols: Bruce Parry" in Times Online UK (16 September 2007) http://travel.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/travel/news/article2452420.ece
Sylvia Plath book The Bell Jar
Source: The Bell Jar (1963), Ch. 7
Context: Instead of the world being divided up into Catholics and Protestants or Republicans and Democrats or white men and black men or even men and women, I saw the world divided into people who had slept with somebody and people who hadn't, and this seemed the only really significant difference between one person and another. I thought a spectacular change would come over me the day I crossed the boundary line.
“The world isn't black and white, Annie, it's shades of grey.”
Tami Hoag (1959) American writer
Source: A Thin Dark Line
Subramanya Bharathi (1882–1921) Tamil poet
"When I Think Of My People Broken Down", as translated in "The Poetry of Sri Lanka", in Journal of South Asian Literature, Vol. 12, No. 1 (Fall-Winter 1976), published by Asian Studies Center, Michigan State University, p. 11
Context: Unbearable becomes the pain in my heart —
When I think of my people, broken down,
broken by disease in mind and limb. On the edge of life they always linger;
For countless are the diseases
Of Ignorance and Hunger. And on treacherous paths to Slavery
like children blind, they would walk behind
strangers from over the sea. O, divine Land, blessed by the gods!
O, ancient Mother of Culture and Art!
Thy children today are spineless hordes.