Цитаты из книги Black Leopard, Red Wolf

Ты убиваешь того мальчика, какой ты есть, чтобы стать мужчиной, каков ты есть, только иногда так и остаёшься мертвым.

Maybe this was how all stories end, the ones with true women and men, true bodies falling into wounding and death, and with real blood spilled. And maybe this is why the great stories we told are so different. Because we tell stories to live, and that sort of story needs a purpose, so that sort of story must be a lie. Because at the end of a true story , there is nothing but waste.

"I will have justice." "You will have revenge" "I will have whatever I choose to name it."

And one was the woman, and one was the man, and both was the woman, and both was the man, and neither was neither.

"You don't believe in belief. I butcher belief. We are the same." "I will tell my mother she has one more son. She will laugh", I said.

White because even their skin rebel against their evil, for there is only so much vileness that your own skin can agree to. White like only the purest evil.

"When have you seen me saying any of this? Why do you say this to me?" "I don't know. You can't go inside me and not expect me to go inside you."

Something drew me over at the toppled shelves - the plates, pots and bowls of drying fish - and under a chair. Under the chair looked right back at me.

They build a whole thing about it, about dark and night and even the colour black, which is not even a colour here. Not here.

He looked at me so long and so quiet that I opened my mouth, not to speak, just to look as if was going to.

" I have been twenty twice. And five more years." "Fuck the gods. I have never known men to live that long who were not rich, or powerful, or just fat."

"What kind of man, with such ease, walks away as he pleases?" "One who belongs to no one." "Or no one belongs to you." "Nobody loves no one", I said. "The son of a bitch who taught you that hates you".

so then I thought, let this mission take us for as long as it will take as for I have nothing to return to, and he said then you have it in common with all the others

"No story is so simple, Tracker." "Yes, every story is. No story resists me cutting it down to one line, or even one word."

What is evil anyway, a sad soul infected with devils who take his will, or a man thinking that of all his mother's children he loves himself the best?

The closer I got to Malakal the stronger it was, his scent, though I told myself I was not looking for him, and I would not kill him when I found him. I would do much worse. I would search for his mother, whom he claims to hate but always speaks of, and kill her, and switch her head with an antelope's, sewing them to each other's bodies. Or I would do something so evil and vengeful it was beyond me being able to think of it.

Nobody ever gets betrayed by their enemy.

In her cell, she try to kill herself every time she remember what really happen, because she rather believe she kill them herself than it was the little boy she let in that kill them all.

Better to be with the ancestors than to live bonded to somebody else, who might be kind, who might be cruel, who might even make you master to many slaves of your own, but was still master over you.

The Leopard says too many things that slip off him like water does oil, but sticks to me like a stain.