I've never thought of leaving the South, never.

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

Novels allow me to create a whole world.

Creation is everything you do. Make something.

Being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet.

Where there is a woman there is magic.

nice is such a rip-off.