I do not weep at the world I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
If it was so honorable and glorious to be black, why was it the yellow-skinned people among us had so much prestige?
She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.
Happiness is nothing but everyday living seen through a veil.
I want a busy life, a just mind, and a timely death.
She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.