The screams of a hurt woman were indistinguishable from everyday traffic.

It was becoming a habit-this concentration on things behind him. Almost as though there were no future to be had. *Milkman*

And I am all the things I have ever loved: scuppernong wine, cool baptisms in silent water, dream books and number playing.

Let your face speak what's in your heart.

Black women have always been friends. I mean, if you didn't have each other you had nothing.

When I'm not creating or focusing on something I can imagine or invent, I think I go back over my life - I don't recommend this by the way - and you pick up, oh, what'd you do that for? Why didn't you understand this?

If you can't count, they can cheat you. If you can't read, they can beat you.