A woman's hair is her mystery.
Wouldn't it be more of a free country, persisted Francie if we could ride in them free? No. Why? Because that would be Socialism, concluded Johnny triumphantly, and we don't want that over here. Why?...
When night draws back the curtain,And pins it with a star,Remember you are still my friend,Though you may wander far
What is the difference between happiness and contentment?Well, happy is like when somebody gives you a big hunk of something wonderful and it’s too big to hold. So you pull off a piece from time to ti...
Well, there's a little bit of man in every woman and a little bit of woman in every man.
This could be a whole life, she thought. You work eight hours a day covering wires to earn money to buy food and to pay for a place to sleep so that you can keep living to come back to cover more wire...
They had grown out of childhood in the last few days. Christmas as Christmas had passed unnoticed since their father had died on Christmas day. Neeley’s thirteenth birthday had been lost somewhere in...
The parents were too American, too aware of the rights granted them by their Constitution to accept injustices meekly. They could not be bulldozed and exploited as could the immigrants and the second-...
The child will grow up and find out things for herself. She will know that I lied. She will be disappointed. That is what is called learning the truth.
Someday you’ll remember what I said and you’ll thank me for it. Francie wished adults would stop telling her that. Already the load of thanks in the future was weighing her down. She figured she’d hav...
She was a blameless sinless woman, yet she understood who how it was with people who sinned. Inflexibly rigid in her own moral conduct, she condoned weaknesses in others. She revered God and loved Jes...
She looked quickly at the little golden-brown pottery jug which stood at the end of the librarian's desk. It was a season indicator. In the fall it held a few sprigs of bittersweet and at Christmas ti...
She looked at the nurse. To Francie, all women were mamas like her own mother and Aunt Sissy and Aunt Evy. She thought the nurse might say something like:Maybe this little girl's mother works and didn...
She did not hate Miss Garnder anymore. She didn't like her, but she felt sorry for her. Miss Garnder had nothing in all the world excepting a sureness about how right she was.
She adapted herself to the split-second rhythm of the New Yorker going to and from work. Getting to the office was a nervous ordeal. If she arrived one minute before nine, she was a free person. If sh...
Seems like I'm the most dissatisfied person in the whole world. Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!
Say something, demanded Fancie. Why don't you say something?What can I say?
People always think that happiness is a faraway thing … something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up.
No, I ain't big enough. I ain't big enough to do a thing like that. I gotta think of myself and my own kids.' He finally came to his conclusion.'Oh, what the h*ll! Them two kids is gotta live in this...
New York! I've always wanted to see it and now I've see it. It's true what they say-- it's the most wonderful city in the world.