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.

it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.

I've become one of those people who prowl around at night in their cars. God, I am the town's Boo Radley, just like in To Kill A Mockingbird.

Who knew heartbreak would be so goddamn hot.

When you little, you only get asked two questions, what’s your name and how old you is, so you better get em right.

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.

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?