Boots Riley Quotes

There are a few people standing close to me, mostly sweet butts and boot chasers, but I don’t fuck with either. I am, after all, still a married man, not that I would even if I wasn't. If I couldn't have her, I wouldn't have anybody.

If you press your ear to the turf that is stolen You can hear the sound of limitations exploding Please sir, may we have another portion? We're children of the beast that dodged the abortion Neck placed firm 'tween the floor and the Florsheim We'll shut your shit down, don't call it extortion Caution -- we're coming for your head So call the Feds and get files to shred Every textbook read said bring you the bread But guess what we got you instead? We got the guillotine, we got the guillotine

Riley?" Of course she'd known he was there - she was a sentinel. And in some part of his soul, he's counted on that. "Don't ask me any questions tonight, Mercy." He didn't look at her, feeling vulnerable in a way that panicked his wolf. "All right." Soft footsteps. "But would you like to come inside?" Wary of her agreement, but needing... something, he walked in. She took his hand, her golden eyes luminous in the dark. "Come on, wolf." He let her lead him to the bedroom. "Boots off," she said, and crawled beneath the blanket. Sitting on a chair near the vanity, he took off his footwear and just watched her, not sure he could do this. She'd given him her word so she'd ask no questions, but she'd know, she'd see too deep, to things he kept hidden because they shamed him so utterly. "No questions," she said again after an endless moment, and lifted up the edge of the blanket. Man and wolf both hungered for the simple beauty of her touch. He had no power, no will, to resist. Standing, he crossed the carpet to slide into bed beside her, fully dressed. And when her arms came around him, when her fingers stroked into his hair, he buried his face in the curve of her neck and let the unexpected tenderness heal the wounds of the night.

it was life and death. Both you and Sawyer brought guns, but you didn’t tell the rest of us.” Sawyer shifted. “Shit. Combat knife, too.” Riley pulled a wicked blade out of her boot. “Throwing knife.” “Which only

Riley was a big boy, too, six two, six three, but he dressed nicer than the goons. Had the boots, but he wore slacks and a sport coat. A polite guy, well-spoken, Hicks even kinda liked him, but every time they were together, Hicks was ready to kill him. Scars slashed his forehead and nose, and ginormous knuckles bulged from catcher’s-mitt hands.

to turn to dust the instant I called them up. The only sensation I could recall was that of moving very fast. Perhaps it had been too fast for my brain to process? I wasn’t sure, but in the end, all I could remember was that during those brief seconds, I had taken out all of our enemies. Somehow. It irritated me that my brain was striving to block that knowledge, actions that I had taken, evading me. The scrape of a boot on rock announced the presence of someone joining me on my high hideaway. “Not now, Vir,” I said without looking, unsure if I could handle his constant positivity at a time like this. He just believed so much that I was the one who could do this that at times it became grating having to live up to such lofty standards. “If he shows up, I’ll be sure to tell him to scram,” Aaron chuckled as he joined me. “Oh, sorry,” I said, still not looking back. “This is my favorite spot, too,” he said. I looked down at where my feet dangled into nothingness. The path to get up here hadn’t been easy to find, but it wasn’t impossible either. And the vista was spectacular. “Listen, Aaron,” I said. “I don’t know if I want to talk about this.” “No?” I snorted a single burst of laughter. “No. Definitely not with a vampire,” I teased. Aaron flopped down on the ledge next to me and looked over, his bright blue eyes looking silver-white in the sunlight. “How about with a friend?” “That was lame,” I pointed out. “You looking nothing like Legolas.” The vampire chortled with laughter. “It’s so much,” I said as he calmed. “I’m not the hero he thinks I am.” There was no need to specify which “he” I was talking about.

Riley put on his snow boots and coat and trudged across the ballfields to the scene of the “crime.” The edges of the FART letters were crusting over with ice. Riley wondered why Mr. Ball hadn’t sent out the custodians to plow away or cover up the word. Probably because it was on Old Man Jenkins’s property, not the school’s.

Riley scooched through a hole he knew about in the fence and carefully headed toward Mr. Jenkins’s elevated back porch. It was made of concrete and free of snow, shielded by an angled aluminum awning overhead. As he moved closer, Riley could see the tops of a pair of tan boots peeking out of a wooden crate pushed into a corner where the porch’s railings met the house’s brick wall.

No. You got it wrong. It’s not about sounding all nasal. It’s about sounding like you don’t have a care. Like your bills are paid and you’re happy about your future and you’re about to jump in your Ferrari when you get off this call. Put some extra breath in there. Breezy, like you don’t need this money, like you never been fired, only laid off. It’s not what all White people sound like- there ain’t no real White voice, but it’s what they wish they sounded like. It’s what they think they’re supposed to sound like.

Garrett Isaiah was a big man in every way, with broad shoulders, beefy arms, and a pronounced gut that showed in every picture. He was either aware he was the complete Texan stereotype with his boots, massive belt buckle, and the clean hat perched atop his head, or he simply embraced it.

I plop down on my bed and kick off my boots. “I just don’t feel like I know who I am anymore,” I sigh. “Not in a bad way. More like I feel like I’m turning into someone else. Or something else.” Brohn sits down on his bed across from me and gives my knee a little squeeze. “Well, whatever happens in these next few days, whatever or whoever you find yourself turning into, you’ll always be you to me.” “Brohn,” I say, dropping onto my back and staring up at the ceiling, “I think that’s probably the weirdest and nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.