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

She didn't read books so she didn't know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.

It's a funny thing, the less people have to live for, the less nerve they have to risk losing nothing.

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

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

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

I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all.