Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

She knew full well the enormity of her offense, but because her desires were stronger than the code she was breaking, she persisted in breaking it.

Why reasonable people go stark raving mad when anything involving a Negro comes up, is something I don't pretend to understand.

That boy is your company. And if he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you let him, you hear?

Now...in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, ipods and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books.

People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.

Somewhere, I had received the impression that Fine Folks were people who did the best they could with the sense they had, but Aunt Alexandra was of the opinion, obliquely expressed, that the longer a family had been squatting on one patch of land the finer it was.