^Can't go wrong with any of the Brontë sisters.

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
—Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

First, white folks discovered Africa
and they claimed it fair and square.
Cecil Rhodes couldn't have been robbing nobody
'cause he said there was nobody there.
White folks brought all the civilization,
since there wasn't none around.
They said 'how could these folks be civilized
when you never see nobody writing nothing down?'
And just to prove all their suspicions,
it didn't take too long.
They found out there were whole groups of people
— in plain sight —
running around with no clothes on. That's right!
The women, the men, the young and old,
righteous white folks covered their eyes.
So no time was spent considering the environment.
Hell no! This here, this just wasn't civilized!
And another way they knew the folks was backwards,
or at least this how we were taught
is that 'unlike the very civilized people of Europe'
these Black groups actually fought!
[...]
And out in the bushes if the natives got restless
You could call that 'guerilla attack!'
and never have to describe that somebody finally got
wise
and decided they wanted their things back.
But still we are victims of word games,
semantics is always a bitch:
places once called under-developed and 'backwards'
are now called 'mineral rich.'
And still it seems the game goes on
with unity always just out of reach
Because Libya and Egypt used to be in Africa,
but they've been moved to the 'middle east'.
There are examples galore I assure you,
but if interpreting was left up to me
I'd be sure every time folks knew this version wasn't mine
which is why it is called 'His story'.

-Gil Scott-Heron

“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

(The one-star reviews of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre on Goodreads are always absolute gold:
"I actively hate it. I want all the damnable characters to get a terrible influenza that is so painful and horrific that they suffer terribly, losing their voices so they can't whine about every little thing they love to whine about, and then they die, alone, far from the windowpanes where they've scratched all their nonsense, far from the moors that contain weather matching their moods and space to match the emptiness in their souls, far from the moneybags they have hidden under floorboards or in vaults or wherever they keep all their ill-gotten gains (ill-gotten because I hate this story and want to defame it) I want them all to be lonesome, forgotten ghosts. All of them." )

From Shirley Jackson's We Have Always Lived in the Castle:

“My name is Mary Katherine Blackwood. I am eighteen years old, and I live with my sister Constance. I have often thought that with any luck at all, I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had. I dislike washing myself, and dogs, and noise. I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the death-cup mushroom. Everyone else in our family is dead.”

“I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.”

“I shall weave a suit of leaves. At once. With acorns for buttons.”

“It was as though the people needed the ugliness of the village, and fed on it. The houses and the stores seemed to have been set up in contemptuous haste to provide shelter for the drab and the unpleasant.”

“It is my fondest desire to bust a host of caps into multitudes of fleshy personages.”

"Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?"

“If I had had the power to prevent my own birth I should certainly never have consented to accept existence under such ridiculous conditions."

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"That was my jam when I was ten, but I was deaf though"

"There’s a difference between gambling addiction and making love to Lady Luck/Erectile Dysfunction and being afraid to ****"

^Great song.. and Black History is great.

I would honestly be amazed if Batlord hadn't heard Hex Enduction Hour. Seems like something he'd know.

Of course I've heard it. Sounds cooler than it does good but I still have to give it a few more listens before I declare judgement.

Love his vocals on that ****. It's like he's just on drugs and ranting to nothing in particular and there just happens to be a mic running somewhere off to his left.

“In the middle of this food fight, Ron Jeremy turned to me and said, ‘hey man, I thought I recognized you. You’re Trent Reznor. I’m a big fan.’ That was the last straw. I laid down on the table, dropped my trousers, threw my legs over my head, and started blowing myself right in front of Ron. I said ‘**** you, I’m not Trent Reznor. I can do this. Trent Reznor can’t blow himself!”