When Janie looked out of her door she saw the drifting mists gathered in the west -- that cloud field of the sky -- to arm themselves with thunders and march forth against the world. Louder and higher and lower and wider the sound and motion spread, mounting, sinking, darking.

A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.

Grown people know that they do not always know the way of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof.

Nothing that God ever made is the same thing to more than one person.

All my skinfolk ain't kinfolk.

I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms.

Look lak she been livin' through uh hundred years in January without one day of spring.