All important things are hard.

I wish I’d a knowed more people. I would of loved ‘em all. If I’d a knowed more, I would a loved more

you got two feet, Sethe, not four." he said, and right then a forest sprang up between them; tactless and quiet.

Like Guitar in Son of Solomon, and Son in Tar Baby, he believed that harmony could never exist between the races.

The body is ready to have babies. Nature wants it done then, when the body can handle it, not after 40, when the income can handle it.

Lonely was much better than alone.

Never did he once consider directing his hatred toward the hunters. Such an emotion would have destroyed him ... His subconscious knew what his min did not guess-that hating them would have consumed him, burned him up like a piece of soft coal, leaving only flakes of ash and a question mark of smoke.