Listen, God loves everything you love, and a mess of stuff you don't.

I don't know nothing, I think. And glad of it.

Surely the earth can be saved by all the people who insist on love.

What you hope for, you also fear.

There is always a moment in any kind of struggle when one feels in full bloom. Vivid. Alive. One might be blown to bits in such a moment and still be at peace.

I feel a little peculiar around the children. For one thing, they grown. And I see they think me and Nettie and Shug and Albert and Samuel and Harpo and Sofia and Jack and Odessa real old and don't know much what going on. But I don't think us feel old at all. And us so happy. Matter of fact, I think this the youngest us ever felt.

I write not only what I want to read...I write all the things I should have been able to read.