It was enough to make a body ashamed of the human race.

Dat truck dah is TRASH; en trash is what people is dat puts dirt on de head er dey fren’s en makes ’em ashamed.”

My mother is a fish.

It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That's how the world is going to end.

7. Except

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

The reason for living was to get ready to stay dead a long time.

It's like it ain't so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.

Sooner or later you're going to forget what ... you done and just be punished for it.

Why you're one of my babies. You're one of my own children!

In my mother's house there is still God.

Mama, you don’t understand. It’s all a matter of ideas, and God is just one idea I don’t acept. It’s not important. I am not going out and commit crimes or be immoral because I don’t believe in God.

"They're a rotten crowd," I shouted across the lawn. "You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.”

I would give up the unessential; I would give up my money, I would give up my life for my children; but I wouldn't give myself. I can't make it more clear; it's only something I am beginning to comprehend, which is revealing itself to me.

“Mother [...] the sunshine does not love you. It runs away and hides itself, because it is afraid of something on your bosom. . . . It will not flee from me, for I wear nothing on my bosom yet!”

“I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!”

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

Death doesn’t discriminate

Between the sinners

And the saints

It takes and it takes and it takes

But between all the bleedin’ and fightin’

I’ve been readin’ and writin’!

We need to handle our financial situation

Are we a nation of states?

What’s the state of our nation?