I want a busy life, a just mind, and a timely death.

When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another.

They bowed down to him rather, because he was all of these things, and then again he was all of these things because the town bowed down.

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.

Light came to me when I realized that I did not have to consider any racial group as a whole. God made them duck by duck and that was the only way I could see them.

I wish I could buy you for what you are really worth and sell you for what you think you're worth. I sure would make money on the deal.

There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.