The morning air was like a new dress. That made her feel the apron tied around her waist. She untied it and flung it on a low bush beside the road and walked on, picking flowers and making a bouquet… From now on until death she was going to have flower dust and springtime sprinkled over everything.

It was a weak spot in any nation to have a large body of disaffected people within its confusion.

it seems that tears and laughter, love and hate, make up the sum of life!

It costs you something to do good!

I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.

So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time.

Women forget all the things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget.