She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her. Then she went inside there to see what it was. It was her image of Jody tumbled down and shattered. But looking at it she saw that it nev...
Seeing the woman as she was made them remember the envy they had stored up from other times. so they chewed up the back parts of their minds and swallowed with relish. They made burning statements wit...
No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.
He was the average mortal. It troubled him to get used to the world one way and then suddenly have it turn different.
There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.
There is something about poverty that smells like death.
They made burning statements with questions, and killing tools out of laughs. It was mass cruelty. A mood come alive. Words walking without master...
They became lords of sounds and lesser things. They passed nations through their mouths. They sat in judgment.
Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.
Sometimes it is the other way around. A white person is set down in our midst, but the contrast is just as sharp for me. For instance, when I sit in the drafty basement that is The New World Cabaret w...
So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.
She tore off the kerchief from her head and let down her plentiful hair. The weight, the length, the glory was all there. She took careful stock of herself, then combed her hair and tied it back up ag...
Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!
No, I do not weep at the world. I'm too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Mind-pictures brought feelings, and feelings dragged out dramas from the hollows of the heart.
Love is lak de sea. It’s uh movin’ thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.
I made up my mind to keep my feelings to myself since they did not seem to matter to anyone else but me.
Honey, de white man is de ruler of everything as fur as Ah been able tuh find out. Maybe it's some place way off in de ocean where de black man is in power, but we don't know nothin' but what we see.
Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to...
They plan and they fix and they do, and then some kitchen-dwelling fiend slips a scorchy, soggy, tasteless mess into their pots and pans…So when the bread didn’t rise, and the fish wasn’t quite done a...