The liquor of statecraft is distilled from the mash you got.

And I can't die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I'm a cracked plate.

I was born in a Negro town.

She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.

When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another.

If you kin see de light at daybreak, you don't keer if you die at dusk. It's so many people never seen de light at all.

Every tub sits on its bottom.