Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

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.

My sense of humor will always stand in the way of my seeing myself, my family, my race or my nation as the whole intent of the universe.

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.

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

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

Tell me, and then again show me, so I can know.