Every Heart Has Its Graveyard.

There Is Something About Poverty That Smells Like Death.

Anytime You Catch Folks Lying, They Scared Of Something!

I Have Been Amazed By The Anglo-saxon's Lack Of Curiosity About The Internal Lives And Emotions Of The Negroes, And For That Matter, Any Non-anglo-saxon Peoples Within Our Borders, Above The Class Of Unskilled Labor.

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

I Was Born In A Negro Town.