... and we are not alone in this slavery. there are millions of others throughout the world, of all colors and races and creeds. this we must remember. there are many of our people who hate the poor of the white race, and they hate us. the people in this town living by the river who work in the mills. people who are almost as much in need as we are ourselves. this hatred is a great evil, and no good can ever come from it... the injustice of need must bring us all together and not separate us. we must remember that we all make the things of this earth of value because of labor.

For you see, when us people who know run into each other that's an event. It almost never happens. Sometimes we meet each other and neither guesses that the other is one who knows. That's a bad thing. It's happened to me a lot of times. But you see there are so few of us.

Don't you loathe it when doctors use the word 'we' when it applies only and solely to yourself?

And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being loved is intolerable to many.

There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries.

Sunday afternoons are the longest afternoons of all.

I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.