Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.

Everybody is two beings: one lives and flourishes in the daylight and stands guard. The other being walks and howls at night.

you can't beat me and my prayers!

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.

There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man's spice-box seasons his own food.

Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.

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