Work is the nearest thing to happiness that I can find.
I hold that any religion that satisfies the individual urge is valid for that person.
All my skinfolk ain't kinfolk.
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.
Look lak she been livin' through uh hundred years in January without one day of spring.
There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet; impulses smothered too long in the fetid air of underground caves. The soul lives in sickly air. People can be slaveships in shoes.