I never listen to what people tell me and I can't read. The only way I know what is right and wrong is the way I feel about things. If I feel bad, it's wrong. If I feel good, it's right.

There had to be dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background it's flashing glory.

Who wants to die? Everything struggles to live. Look at that tree growing up there out of that grating. It gets no sun, and water only when it rains. It's growing out of sour earth. And it's strong because its hard struggle to live is making it strong. My children will be strong that way.

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.

People looking up at her--at her smooth pretty vivacious face--had no way of knowing about the painfully articulated resolves formulating in her mind.

The world was hers for the reading.

It doesn't take long to write things of which you know nothing. When you write of actual things, it takes longer, because you have to live them first.