Men start off good and then the world makes them mean. The world is mean from the start and gets meaner every day. It uses you up until you only dream of death.

see chains on another person and be glad they are not your own--such was the good fortune permitted colored people, defined by how much worse it could be at any moment.

Now that she had run away and seen a bit of the country, Cora wasn't sure the document described anything real at all. America was a ghost in the darkness, like her.

Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.

Resentment was the hinge of her personality.

That is how the European tribes operate, she said, If they can't control it, they destroy it.

Slavery is a sin when whites were put to the yoke, but not the African. All men are created equal, unless we decide you are not a man.

From the trunk of their scheme, choices and decisions sprouted like branches and shoots.

What a world it is, Cora thought, that makes a living prison into your only haven. Was she out of bondage or in its web: how to describe the status of a runaway?

White man trying to kill you slow every day, and sometimes trying to kill you fast. Why make it easy for him? That was one kind of work you could say no to.

Racial prejudice rotted one's faculties, he said.

Peace’s gravitational force – a force of possibility!” from Cinderella In Focus

I love going back to vinyl! I still have a great vinyl collection that I'm building up every couple of months. It's something I love to do.

Fear is part of the process. If you weren't scared, you'd be in trouble.

When each elder or pastor has his will aligned with the Lord's, we waste no time arguing for our own.

I have a completely new knee. It's brilliant. I am not feeling my age at all. I feel about 43, a willowy blonde 43 years old with long legs.

The world is weary of hate. We see the fatigue overcoming the Western nations.

A pretentious, showy life is an empty life; a plain and simple life is a full life.

I have always been a good mimic.

Alas, how wretched is the being who depends on the stability of public favour!