Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.

Magic is older than writing. So nobody knows how it started.

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose. It is a seeking that he who wishes may know the cosmic secrets of the world and they that dwell therein.

There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.

Folklore is the boiled-down juice, or pot-likker, of human living.

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.

it seems that tears and laughter, love and hate, make up the sum of life!