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.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

Perhaps love is a compelling necessity imposed on man by God that has something to do with suffering

Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.

I am her friend, and her tongue is in my mouth. I can speak her sentiments for her, though Ethel Waters can do very well indeed in speaking for herself.

Gods always love the people who make 'em.

She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her. Then she went inside there to see what it was. It was her image of Jody tumbled down and shattered. But looking at it she saw that it never was the flesh and blood figure of her dreams. Just something she had grabbed up to drape her dreams over.