Certain seeds it will not nurture, certain fruit it will not bear and when the land kills of its own volition, we acquiesce and say the victim had no right to live
But her brain was not interested in the future. Loaded with the past and hungry for more, it left her no room to imagine, let alone plan for, the next day.
As it turned out, the sachem had been dead wrong.The Europes neither fled nor died out. In fact, said the old women in charge of the children, he had apologized for this error in prophecy and admitted...
In this country American means white. Everybody else has to hyphenate.
How soon country people forget. When they fall in love with a city it is forever, and it is like forever. As though there never was a time when they didn't love it. The minute they arrive at the train...
There is really nothing more to say-except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.
Everybody gets everything handed to them. The rich inherit it. I don't mean just inheritance of money. I mean what people take for granted among the middle and upper classes, which is nepotism, the ol...
Women's rights is not only an abstraction, a cause it is also a personal affair. It is not only about us it is also about me and you. Just the two of us.
Sweet, she thought. He must think I can't bear to hear him say it. That after all I have told him and after telling me how many feet I have, goodbye would break me to pieces. Ain't that sweet.So long,...
She was never able, after her education in the movies, to look at a face and not assign it some category in the scale of absolute beauty, and the scale was one she absorbed in full from the silver scr...
She told them that the only grace they could have was the grace they could imagine. That if they could not see it, they would not have it.Here, she said, in this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps...
She needed what most colored girls needed: a chorus of mamas, grandmamas, aunts, cousins, sisters, neighbors, Sunday school teachers, best girl friends, and what all to give her the strength life dema...
She is convinced that when language dies, out of carelessness, disuse, indifference and absence of esteem, or killed by fiat, not only she herself, but all users and makers are accountable for its dem...
Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took away all the grief out of the words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet.
In fact her maturity and blood kinship converted her passion to fever, so it was more affliction than affection. It literally knocked her down at night, and raised her up in the morning, for when she...
I sure did live in this world.''Really? What have you got to show for it?''Show? To who? I got my mind. And what goes on in it. Which is to say, I got me.''Lonely, ain't it?''Yes. But my lonely is min...
I said you. Take you, my daughter. Because I saw the tall man see you as a human child, not pieces of eight.
I am nothing to you. You say I am wilderness. I am. Is that a tremble on your mouth, in your eye? Are you afraid? You should be.
For now he knew what Shalimar knew: If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.
Beloved, she my daughter. She mine. See. She come back to me of her own free will and I don't have to explain a thing.