This woman talk like she from so deep in the country she got corn growing in her shoes.

As children, we looked up to our maids and our nannies, who were playing in some ways the role of our mothers. They were paid to be nice to us, to look after us, teach us things and take time out of their day to be with us. As a child you think of these people as an extension of your mother.

it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.

....we ain't doing civil rights here. We just telling stories like they really happen.

Great books give you a feeling that you miss all day, until you finally get to crawl back inside those pages again.

She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

Miss Celia stares down into the pot like she's looking for her future. "Are you happy, Minny?" "Why you ask me funny questions like that?" "But are you?" "Course I's happy. You happy too. Big house, big yard, husband looking after you." I frown at Miss Celia and I make sure she can see it. Because ain't that white people for you, wondering if they are happy ENOUGH.