I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.

She dumb.” I sigh. “But she ain’t stupid.

Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?

Babies like fat. Like to bury they face up in you armpit and go to sleep. They like big fat legs too. That I know.

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

Shame ain't black, like dirt, like I always thought it was. Shame be the color of a new white uniform your mother ironed all night to pay for, white without a smudge or a speck a work-dirt on it.

I have decided not to die.