Anything dead coming back to life hurts.
Long before I was a success, my parents made me feel like I could be one.
Literature, it seems to me, is wisdom.
Who's Got Game? The Ant or the Grasshopper? The Lion or the Mouse? Poppy or the Snake?
Sweet, she thought. He must think I can't bear to hear him say it. That after all I have told him and after telling me how many feet I have, "goodbye" would break me to pieces. Ain't that sweet. "So long," she murmured from the far side of the trees.
Black women are the touchstone by which all that is human can be measured.