English is weak in describing emotional states or intensities of interpersonal relationships.

Every action is either strong or weak, and when every action is strong we are successful.

No one remembers her beginnings. Mothers and aunts tell us about infancy and early childhood, hoping we won't forget the past when they had total control over our lives and secretly praying that because of it, we'll include them in our future.

Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn't breaking. It hurts because it's getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.

Do not judge. Never presume to judge another human being anyway. That's up to heaven.

...funny how people want a return to the good ole days. Of coarse the good ole days of being a rich white plantation owner. Everyone seems to forget the poor white farmer.

If you don't like my book, write your own.