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The thing is--fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

Somebody got to think for women and chillun and cows. I god, they sho don’t think none theirselves… When Ah see one thing Ah understands ten. You see ten things and don’t understand one.

-You are too young to understand it.-she said, -but sometimes the bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of--oh,of your faher.

This day promised, like the others, to be a sunbath under a blue dome.

There was already something dead about him. He didn’t rear back in his knees any longer. He squatted over his ankles when he walked. That stillness at the back of his neck. His prosperous-looking belly…sagged like a load suspended from his loins.

The perpetration of a crime is accompanied by illness!

And if only fate would have sent him repentance - burning repentance that would have torn his heart and robbed him of sleep, that repentance, the awful agony of which brings visions of hanging and drowning!

. . . she could not help knowing it, the torch of her beauty; she carried it erect into any room that she entered; and after all, veil it as she might, and shrink from the monotony of bearing that it imposed on her, her beauty was apparent.

One of the prisoners, Grigoryev, went mad as soon as he was untied, and never regained his sanity.

The warm bittersweet smell of clean Negro welcomed us as we entered the churchyard-Hearts of Love hairdressing mingled with asafoetida, snuff, Hoyt's Cologne, Brown's Mule, peppermint, and lilac talcum.

Nothing in the world is harder than speaking the truth and nothing easier than flattery.

So loveliness reigned and stillness, and together made the shape of loveliness itself, a form from which life had parted; solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen.

The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the treas and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life.

Ah done growed ten feet higher from jus’ listenin’ tuh you, Janie. Ah ain’t satisfied with mahself no mo’. Ah means tuh make Sam take me fishin’ wid him after this.

Her white skin and those dark brown eyes and the way she always smiled at the world - always, it seemed - as if her face had been designed that way. The smile never went away.

He stretched out his arms towards the dark water in a curious way, and,far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling involuntarily I glanced seaward - and distinguishing nothing except a single green light, minute and faraway, that might have been the end of a dock.

...for no matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you....

She was off like a bird, bullet, or arrow, impelled by what desire, shot by whom, at what directed, who could say?

Long before the year was up, Janie noticed that her husband had stopped talkin to he rin rhymes.

As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushedWith raven's feather from unwholesom fenDrop on you both! A southwest blow on yeAnd blister you all o'er!