Walter White
2 books by Walter White to read free, each with its best passages and lines, and the best quotes from all of them below.
Where to start
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The Fire in the Flint
An optimistic Black physician returns to his Georgia hometown where he must grapple with racial tensions he thought had faded.
72,689 words, about 5 hours
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Flight
A young Louisiana Creole woman struggles for racial and gender equality as she asserts her independence.
91,500 words, about 6 hours
Walter White quotes
Here he had always been made to feel that because he was a “nigger” he was predestined to inferiority.
Money—money—money—how much is it worth?—how much can I make out of it?—these were the first, last and intermediate stages of Mr. Robertson’s every thought, every statement, every action.
Kenneth was the natural pacifist—he never bothered trouble until trouble bothered him.
Napoleon, Caesar, Alexander never spoke to common soldiers more brusquely nor with greater assurance that their commands would be obeyed.
Placid, uneventful, stupid lives they led with no other interests than the petty affairs of a small and unprogressive town.
Jean had often told Mimi how Mary Robertson had come to New Orleans on a visit at Mardi Gras time two years after Margot had died and just when he had become most lonely and afraid.
“Yes, we’ll fight for democracy in France, but when that’s over with we’re going to expect and we’re going to get some of that same democracy for ourselves right here in America.”
Happiness cannot be bought with dollars—look at the Americans north of Canal Street and you’ll see I am right.
Once he had been introduced as the “black William Jennings Bryan,” believed it thereafter, and thought it praise of a high order.
The entire city was as a huge boil, packed tight with putrescence.
Mrs. Bradley’s visits with excursions to the little back room accompanied by his mother and a switch cut from the peach tree in the back yard—a sort of natural cause and effect.
“ ’Scuse me, brother! I thought you were a nigger!” apologized Jean’s tormentor, handing Jean his hat.
Stodgy, phlegmatic, stupid citizens by day, these by night went through the discomforts of so unprepared a meeting-place
Mimi dated thereafter her consciousness of being coloured from September, nineteen hundred and six.
Creatures of the fear they sought to inspire in others, their lives are lived in constant dread of the things of evil and terror they preached.
“Damn your good name!” the unfamiliar Jean snapped.
Thus has youth dreamed since the beginning of time. Thus will youth ever dream.
Holy Mother, why did one see these things only when it was too late?
One cannot, however, compromise principle constantly and consciously without bearing the marks of such conflicts.
She was free! Free! Free!