Every Morning The World Flung

Don't You Realize That The Sea Is The Home Of Water? All Water Is Off On A Journey Unless It's In The Sea, And It's Homesick, And Bound To Make Its Way Home Someday.

Women Forget All The Things They Don't Want To Remember, And Remember Everything They Don't Want To Forget.

Folklore Is The Boiled-down Juice, Or Pot-likker, Of Human Living.

Lack Of Power And Opportunity Passes Off Too Often For Virtue.

There Is Something About Poverty That Smells Like Death. Dead Dreams Dropping Off The Heart Like Leaves In A Dry Season And Rotting Around The Feet; Impulses Smothered Too Long In The Fetid Air Of Underground Caves. The Soul Lives In Sickly Air. People Can Be Slaveships In Shoes.