You got to go there to know there.

anytime you catch folks lying, they scared of something!

God took pattern after a pine tree and built you noble.

Most things are born in the mothering darkness and most things die. Darkness is the womb of creation, my boy. But the sun with his seven horns of flame is the father of life.

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.

Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.