every heart has its graveyard.

She starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see.

I love myself when I am laughing.

Perhaps love is a compelling necessity imposed on man by God that has something to do with suffering

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

Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.

I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.