So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time.

...she woke up in time to see the sun sending up spies ahead of him to mark out the road through the dark. He peeped up over the door sill of the world and made a little foolishness with red.

My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.

So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time.

I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.

I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms.

There is something about poverty that smells like death.