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

Friendship is a mysterious and ocean-bottom thing. Who can know the outer ranges of it? Perhaps no human being has ever explored its limits.

She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.

It was a weak spot in any nation to have a large body of disaffected people within its confusion.

Don't you love nobody better'n you do yo'self. Do, you'll be dying befo' yo' time is out.

She's got those big black eyes with plenty shiny white in them that makes them shine like brand new money and she knows what God gave women eyelashes for, too. Her hair is not what you might call straight. It's negro hair, but it's got a kind of white flavor. Like the piece of string out of a ham. It's not ham at all, but it's been around ham and got the flavor.

You got to go there to know there.