Ace Of Spades Quotes

I stop myself from apologizing-because what would I even be sorry for? Existing too loud?

Growing up, I realized quite quickly that people hate being called racist more than they hate racism itself.

They say love and hate are the same, just at different ends of the blade

How very kind of her, ' I said. 'I must remember to send her a card.' I'd send her a card alright. It would be the Ace of Spades, and I'd mail it anonymously from somewhere other than Bishop's Lacey.

I don’t straighten my hair because I hate it; I straighten it because everyone else hates it for me.

I hate how they have the power to kill my future, kill me. They treat my Black skin like a gun or a grenade or a knife that is dangerous and lethal, when really it’s them. The guys at the top powering everything.

The smell of bitch-ass liar is nauseating.

But I know dreams are dangerous; they give me too much false hope.

I didn’t invent this twisted system that pits us against each other and makes us do crappy things for status—but I do know how to play it.

I’m Chiamaka fucking Adebayo—I don’t need some prick telling me who I am and who I should be.

Even though I know I shouldn’t care, it annoys me that when girls know what they want and how they’re going to get it, they’re seen as cocky. But guys who know what they want? They’re confident or strong.

And I won’t roll over and let someone else take my crown. Not in a million years.

I don't belong anywhere. I am neither a heart, a diamond, a club, nor a spade. I am neither a King, a Jack, an Eight, nor an Ace. As I am here - I am merely the Joker, and who that is I have had to find out for myself. Every time I toss my head, the jingling bells remind me that I have no family. I have no number - and no trade either. I have gone around observing your activities from the outside. Because of this I have also been able to see things to which you have been blind. Every morning you have gone to work, but you have never been fully awake. It is different for the Joker, because he was put into this world with a flaw: he sees too deeply and too much. Truth is a lonely thing.

By fire, by force”.

When you grow up like this, whether it’s in your nature or not, sometimes survival overpowers doing the right thing.

Note to self: Don’t delete numbers of the people you hate. They might come in handy someday.

First man I killed, I shoved an ace of spades down his throat.” I swallowed as he took a step back and walked away from me. “Name’s been with me ever since.

We’ve all had f—cking hard lives — doesn’t mean I’m gonna be an asshole about it.

I can ‘fix' the kinks in my hair, but not the kinks in this whole system that hates me and Devon and everyone that looks like us.

People love to reward conventionally attractive people.

I’m no longer Chi, but Chiamaka, daughter of a Nigerian mother who loves the hair on my head more than I ever could.

Sometimes I feel like I'm so lost in my own world, I don't notice the things that seem obvious to everyone else.

Money can only get you so far; you need power and influence to go with it.

No matter what I do, no matter how much I iron down the hair that springs from my scalp, or work as hard as I can, I’m always going to be other to them. Not good enough for this place I’ve tried to call home all my life.

They say love and hate are the same, just at different ends of the blade.

They say life is full of surprises. That our dreams really can come true. Then again, so can our nightmares ...

I hate that these systems, all this institutional shit, can get to me. I hate how they have the power to kill my future, kill me. They treat my Black skin like a gun or a grenade or a knife that is dangerous and lethal, when really it’s them. The guys at the top powering everything

But something I've realized is that very few things in this world are good.

Watch for the ace of spades, which is the sign of death, and the ace of clubs, which designates the official of the night. Happy, happy young men!” he added.

I don't belong anywhere. I am neither a heart, a diamond, a club, nor a spade. I am neither a King, a Jack, an Eight, nor an Ace. As I am here - I am merely the Joker, and who that is I have had to find out for myself.

but I learned early on that it’s either kill or be killed

have to stop myself from apologizing—because what would I even be sorry for? Existing too loud?

Whispers are like snakes; they slither into your ears and threaten to poison your sanity with their venom.

It was as if every time she played the ace of spades, it was beaten by a small trump.

I’m tired of having faith things will work out, only for any hope I have to be violently crushed.

I was sure that saying no to Belle’s The Notebook invite would dampen our new friendship, but she’s here, in front of me, making me all flustered and nervous. It’s almost as if I like her or something, in a more than friends way. But that’s absurd. Is it?

I don’t trust white people like you do. I obviously don’t think they are all murderers, but I think they are all racist.” “All?” I say, eyebrows raised. “It sounds wild, I know, but racism is a spectrum and they all participate in it in some way. They don’t all have white hoods or call us mean things; I know that. But racism isn’t just about that—it’s not about being nice or mean. Or good versus bad. It’s bigger than that. We’re all in this bubble being affected by the past. The moment they decided they got to be white and have all the power and we got to be Black and be at the bottom, everything changed. If we can’t talk about it honestly, and I mean really talk about it, then what’s the point? I read some Malcom X last year, and I agree with him. Some might even treat you good, like an owner might treat a pet.” “That’s wild,” I say. “Yeah, it is. I think anyone can be nice, but it’s not about being nice. You can’t escape a history like that and not be affected. Us Blacks, we start hating ourselves, and them whites start thinking they’re all better than us. Even if they aren’t thinking it constantly, it’s in there somewhere.

Dreaming is dangerous. But I allow myself to this time. I think we deserve a happy ending.

I’m here to divide and conquer. Like all great tyrants do.—Aces

There are moments when something happens, and puzzle pieces that didn’t connect before now fit together

Home, lately, has been the highlight of my day.

Well even if you wanted to be sad about it...you're not a bad person. Just human

I think about how many Black spirits have been killed by white supremacy and lies. How many of us were experiments. Worthless bodies in some game.

I feel destined to drop out of high school, stay here, in this house in this room, listening to Ma pray to a god who covers his ears when she chants.

I didn’t get voted Head Prefect for no reason,” I say. “You got voted because you kiss teachers’ asses—and I’m not irrational,” Devon mutters.

She was black as the ace of spades and as beautiful as the sin you never had nerve enough to commit.

The people at the top in high school get into the best colleges, get the best jobs, go on to run the country, and win Nobel Prizes. The rest end up with dead-end jobs, heart failure, and then have to start an affair with their assistant to create some excitement in their otherwise dull lives.

Jamie thinks the world is his to control. That he can tell me, convince me, how to think and how to feel, like I’m some puppet. I used to believe it—get swept up in it. But it’s getting harder and harder not to see past his lies; that he’s anything other than selfish; that he cares.

At This Moment Of Time Some who are uncertain compel me. They fear The Ace of Spades. They fear Loves offered suddenly, turning from the mantelpiece, Sweet with decision. And they distrust The fireworks by the lakeside, first the spuft, Then the colored lights, rising. Tentative, hesitant, doubtful, they consume Greedily Caesar at the prow returning, Locked in the stone of his act and office. While the brass band brightly bursts over the water They stand in the crowd lining the shore Aware of the water beneath Him. They know it. Their eyes Are haunted by water Disturb me, compel me. It is not true That "no man is happy," but that is not The sense which guides you. If we are Unfinished (we are, unless hope is a bad dream), You are exact. You tug my sleeve Before I speak, with a shadow's friendship, And I remember that we who move Are moved by clouds that darken midnight

hate that these systems, all this institutional shit, can get to me. I hate how they have the power to kill my future, kill me. They treat my Black skin like a gun or a grenade or a knife that is dangerous and lethal, when really it’s them. The guys at the top powering everything. If it isn’t Niveus that does it, any one of them could get us.

the way, when I showed this to Leslie, I used real cards, not a bridge diagram. If you find it difficult to follow the diagrams, try using a real deck. For the first hand, you can also try dealing East the king of spades instead of West, and you will see why the finesse won't work. A finesse is a cool play that allows you to win two tricks with the ace and queen of a suit, even though one of your opponents holds the king. It has a 50 percent chance of success, depending on which one of your opponents holds that king.

I’m scared to dream too high, in case I end up falling flat on my face.

I'm not going to let what he said hurt me. I won't give him that power over me. I'm Chiamaka fucking Adebayo I don't need some prick telling me who I am and who I should be.

If a girl, all alone in a big fishbowl, screams, and no one is there, can you hear her? Does she even make a sound?

Sometimes I feel like I'm so lost in my own world, I don't notice the things that seem so obvious to everyone else.

Even though I know I shouldn’t care, it annoys me that when girls know

what they want and how they’re going to get it, they’re seen as cocky. But guys who know what they want? They’re confident or strong.

I just wanted to come over, because I know how hard it must be with the picture circulating and everything.

Legacy kids = Niveus students with superpowerful parents and generations of family members who’ve attended Niveus Academy.

Hello, Niveus High. It’s me. Who am I? That’s not important. All you need to know is …

You’re my best friend, Chi. You know I don’t see you in that way.

Jamie’s face screws up, like the thought of us together is wrong. “You’re my best friend, Chi. You know I don’t see you in that way.

I don’t think you like me, Chi. I think you like the idea of me.

Naturally, I can’t trust a word that Scotty says. Not after he cheated on both me and his SATs.

I swear, Scotty, if you’re lying to me about deleting all of it, I’ll kill you.” “I’m not lying; wish I was, though. We were quite photogenic, weren’t we…?

My ex is a psychopath. I always forget that part

Stay the fuck away from me, okay?” I move back. “Keep me out of your games.

I knew about Chiamaka, believe it or not. Scotty cheated on me with some other guys at parties he went to. His

Ava listened to me talk about Jamie while knowing all along he was dating Belle?

Did you know he was dating Belle?” I ask. Ruby’s smile fades a little. “Just found out.” I nod. Ruby’s always been a terrible liar.

But this year, I will get everything I want, and Belle will soon be a thing of the past. I just need a chance to show Jamie how wrong she is for him.

Just in. Looks like Chi’s not so sweet. Sources say she got caught trying to steal candy. Careful, Chi, don’t want a record Yale will see …—Aces

Naturally I can't trust a word that Scotty says. Not after he cheated on both me and his SATs.

Just in. Porn is easy to come by these days. You either search for it online or it falls right in your lap when you least expect it to.—Aces

Our school lies between two worlds: the side of town where the rich people live, and then our side, where people can’t afford food or health care.

I dream about Ma not being so busy, having time to just listen, to talk, so I can tell her all the shit I’ve been hiding from her for years.

I dream about Pa coming home someday. We go out for pizza and he just tells me a bunch of life lessons. We catch up on missed time.

It makes me wonder if my resemblance to my mother has anything to do with this—with Aces. Whether Devon and his Blackness and myself and mine are the reason this

I came here to tell you this—this whole Lola’s situation, you and him and your traditions … You and him, full stop, are over.” She can’t do that. “You can’t do that.

he didn’t mean he liked me. He meant he liked my body, my flesh, my bones—which he probably thought he could have, whether he saw us as platonic or not.

I remember arriving, meeting Jamie, feeling on top of the world. I remember Jamie handing me a drink, wrapping his arms around me, asking me to meet him

And I’m so tired of you pretending things didn’t happen!” My face heats up. I hate the way he looks at me, so unbothered by

you—and the more they want to know. And, in return, Ava and Ruby like how powerful the three of us are together.

i don't usually allow myself to dream that much - disappointment is painful, and i like to the things that seem more possible than not.

I know Scotty is a terrible person, so why am I so shocked? Why am I always shocked by people and their shitty behaviour?

I can “fix” the kinks in my hair, but not the kinks in this whole system that hates me and Devon and everyone who looks like us.

I only concern myself with young, pretty brown boys, like myself.

he didn’t mean he liked me. He meant he liked my body, my flesh, my bones—which he probably thought he could have, whether he saw us as platonic or not. Silly me for misconstruing that.

when I think about the other reasons we broke up. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping the tears that desperately want to fall don’t. Scotty seeing me cry would be another victory for him and a loss for me.

Niveus Academy, it just keeps getting better … Rumor has it, our favorite music student is doing more than just “visiting” his drug dealer. Oh, Dev, didn’t anyone tell you ecstasy is a harmful drug?—Aces

In my dreams she listens, and still loves me afterward. But I know dreams are dangerous; they give me too much false hope. I know, I fucking know that even if my pa wasn’t in prison, he wouldn’t be here for me anyway.

Belle Robinson, you have a problem. I’d ask your boyfriend and his bestie, Chiamaka, what they were doing this summer. Hint, it involves no clothes and a lot of heavy petting. Looks like Chi might have someone to take to the Snowflake Ball after

Most people think the three of us are friends, since we’re almost always seen together. But we’re not friends. Our relationship is a transaction. I need a close, attractive circle. Small, because the smaller your group, the less people know about

someone could actually love a person like me. Maybe what I thought was Jamie’s love was never love at all. They say love and hate are the same, just at different ends of the blade. I hesitate, before drawing up the list of suspects in my mind and adding Jamie’s

in his bedroom. I remember thinking He likes me as he pulled away. Then time winds forward. I remember stumbling, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close, and me thinking He likes me, us kissing, He likes me, my eyes still wet, heart beating fast for no reason.

everything. “Things like the accident.” His eyes darken, eyebrows knitting together. “What accident?” he asks, his tone changing, deeper than before. That shuts me up. He leans in close, whispering, “You should think before you open your mouth, Chi. People might start to think

perfectly. Maybe the piece I’d failed to connect was the one where I thought that Jamie was any different from Ava or Ruby. That he ever really loved me or valued our friendship. Nothing he ever told me was true. I was stupid not to have realized that sooner, blinded by the idea that

I knew I wasn't second best for Tim (just as I knew that in real life, Jolene's flaming locks and eyes of emerald green stood no change against the aces of spades that was Dolly Parton's chest), but it took some believing, because I'd been second best to my sister for most of my life. That shakes your faith in yourself.

The people at the top in high school get into the best colleges, get the best jobs, go on to run the country, and win Nobel prizes. The rest end up with dead end jobs, heart failure, and then have to start an affair with their assistant to create some excitement in their otherwise dull lives. And it's all because they weren't willing to put in the work to make it in high school.

I don’t trust white people like you do. I obviously don’t think they are all murderers, but I think they are all racist.” “All?” I say, eyebrows raised. “It sounds wild, I know, but racism is a spectrum and they all participate in it in some way. They don’t all have white hoods or call us mean things; I know that. But racism isn’t just about that—it’s not about being nice or mean. Or good versus bad. It’s bigger than that. We’re all in this bubble being affected by the past. The moment they decided they got to be white and have all the power and we got to be Black and be at the bottom, everything changed. If we can’t talk about it honestly, and I mean really talk about it, then what’s the point? I read some Malcom X last year, and I agree with him. Some might even treat you good, like an owner might treat a pet.