Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.

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.

No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.

For four hundred years the blacks of Haiti had yearned for peace. for three hundred years the island was spoken of as a paradise of riches and pleasures, but that was in reference to the whites to whom the spirit of the land gave welcome. Haiti has meant split blood and tears for blacks.

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

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.