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?

Rule Number One for working for a white lady, Minny: it is nobody’s business. You keep your nose out of your White Lady’s problems, you don’t go crying to her with yours—you can’t pay the light bill? Your feet are too sore? Remember one thing: white people are not your friends. They don’t want to hear about it. And when Miss White Lady catches her man with the lady next door, you keep out of it, you hear me?

Who knew heartbreak would be so goddamn hot.

it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.

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.

I may not remember my name or what country I live in, but you and that pie is something I will never forget.

It weren’t too loo long before I seen something in me, had changed. A bitter seed was planted inside of me. And I just didn’t feel so, accepting, anymore.