Two things everybody's got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin' fuh theyselves.

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

When I pitched headforemost into the world I landed in the crib of Negroism.

...she woke up in time to see the sun sending up spies ahead of him to mark out the road through the dark. He peeped up over the door sill of the world and made a little foolishness with red.

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

She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.

every heart has its graveyard.