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

They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

Everybody is two beings: one lives and flourishes in the daylight and stands guard. The other being walks and howls at night.

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.

All my skinfolk ain't kinfolk.

If it was so honorable and glorious to be black, why was it the yellow-skinned people among us had so much prestige?

Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.