Once you wake up thought in a man, you can never put it to sleep again.

If you haven't got it, you can't show it. If you have got it, you can't hide it.

And I can't die easy thinking maybe the menfolks white or black is making a spit cup out of you. Have some sympathy for me. Put me down easy, Janie, I'm a cracked plate.

Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches

She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.

To me, bitterness is the under-arm odor of wishful weakness. It is the graceless acknowledgment of defeat.

Night came walking through Egypt swishing her black dress.