When am I happy and when am I sad and what is the difference? What do I need to know to stay alive? What is true in the world?

You looking good." "Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.

I always looked upon the acts of racist exclusion, or insult, as pitiable, from the other person. I never absorbed that. I always thought that there was something deficient about such people.

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

Today is always here,' said Sethe. 'Tomorrow, never.

There is really nothing more to say - except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.

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.