I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.
Time doesn’t concern me.
That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don’t know nothing about it.
I will never forget your fire. I can’t wait to see what you do.
The trouble with him was that he was without imagination.
That’s what trust is. It’s about giving someone else power over you. Power to hurt you.
Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.
There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others.
Bekase why: would a wise man ant to live in de mid’s er such a blimblammin’ all de time? No–‘deed he wouldn’t. A wise man ‘ud take en buil’ a biler-factry; en den he could shet down de biler-factory when he want to res’.
I never fixed no car in my life ‘thout cuttin’ myself. Now it’s done I don’t have to worry no more.