How much do they be paying you?" he asked mellowly. "The usual salary. A little more than they think I'm worth and a little less than I think I'm worth.

And that's where the whole trouble is. We're too much alike to understand each other because we don't even understand our own selves.

As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.

It's come at last", she thought, "the time when you can no longer stand between your children and heartache.

In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.

It meant that she belonged some place. She was a Brooklyn girl with a Brooklyn name and a Brooklyn accent. She didn't want to change into a bit of this and a bit of that.

You won't die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.