No matter what kind of night you’re having, morning always wins.
He needs to go rub his soul against life.
This Forest eats itself and lives forever.
Tall and straight I may appear, but I will always be Ada inside. A crooked little person trying to tell the truth. The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes.
The loudest sound on earth, she thought, is a man with nothing to do.
Let me claim that Africa and I kept company for a while and then parted ways as if we were both party to relations with a failed outcome. Or say I was afflicted with Africa like a bout of a rare disease from which I have not managed a full recovery.
But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.
Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history.
Loose lips sink ships.
It’s a great freedom to give up on love, and get on with everything else.
There are some who’d hardly lift a finger for kindness, but they would haul up a load of rock to dump on some soul they think’s been too lucky.
People ask without wanting to know.
It occurs to her that there is one thing about people you can never understand well enough: how entirely inside themselves they are.
Anybody can get worked up, if they have the intention. It’s peacefulness that is hard to come by on purpose.
To think is not always to see.
War so conspicuously benefits rich men and kills the poor ones.
Bitter words normally evaporate with the moisture of breath, after a quarrel. In order to become permanent, they require transcribers, reporters, complicit black hearts.
When I want to take God at his word exactly, I take a peep out the window at His creation. Because that, darling, He makes fresh for us everyday...
Some of us know how we came by our fortune and some of us don’t; but we wear it all the same.
Culture is a slingshot moved by the force of its past.