Rabindranath Maharaj Quotes
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Immigrants use the library often. A lot of them don't have access to books and Internet at home. They seem so disconnected to the city.
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I remember Uncle Boysie telling me that Canada was so safe the policemen wore nice red outfits and rode on horses but according to Roy the country was like Gotham City with crooks around every corner… I pictured them as shady Frank Miller characters with bulging muscles and machine guns poking out from trench coats but the photograph from the papers was of a group of boys my age. They kind of resembled some of my friends from Mayaro too.
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I don't want to sound too Oprah-ish or anything like that, but I really believe that if you have the power to imagine particular things, you have the ability to transform them.
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This village is a real trap. Bit by bit it will eat up every single person who remain here. This place will never change.
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I had no real idea I was going to become a writer. It was just a game for me. I just liked pretending, daydreaming and imagining.
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And the family who had refused to acknowledge the woman's illness and who had all immunized themselves from concern by conceiving their own problems, now performed their duties.
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Remind me of the place. The wind breathing through the trees and the sound of coconuts dropping on the mud. Ta-dup ta dup. The hairy mangrove crabs and the turtles. The evening sky looking like a big mash up rainbow with all these colors leaking down on the sea. The fresh smell of fish and sand in the mornings. Cascadura jumping up from the ponds like living clumps of mud. Dew skating down from the big dasheen leaves as if they playing with the sunlight. A horsewhip snake slipping down a guava branch as smooth as flowing water. Cassava pone and seamoss drinks.
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The minute he arrived at his own parents' house and was confronted by the smallness of the rooms, the old walls covered with dusty calendars, and passepartout pictures of animals, the electrical wires snaking and dangling loosely from the ceiling, the buzzing fluorescent lamp that never lit properly, transforming the house into a gloomy, dusty cubicle, he wanted to return to the city. He could not properly splice in movie landscapes here, because everything was too familiar, and because he was too connected with the droning quarrels.