Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

But as de old folk always say, Ah'm born but Ah ain't dead. No tellin' whut Ah'm liable tuh do yet.

The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.

Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say.

Affection makes your spirit slither out from its concealing spot.

I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all.

Magic is older than writing. So nobody knows how it started.