We Logans don't have much to do with white folks. You know why? 'Cause white folks mean trouble.

Baby, we have no choice of what color we're born or who our parents are or whether we're rich or poor. What we do have is some choice over what we make of our lives once we're here.

I do not know how old I was when the daydreams became more than that, and I decided to write them down, but by the time I entered high school, I was confident that I would one day be a writer.

I'm a Southerner, born and bred, but that doesn't mean I approve of all that goes on here, and there are a lot of other white people who feel the same.

These are things they need to hear, baby. It's their history.

We ain't never gonna lose this land.

She grabbed his arm. "Let it be, son!" she cried. "That child ain't hurt!" "Not hurt! You look into her eyes and tell me she ain't hurt!

No day in all my life had ever been as cruel as this one.

There were too many ears that listened for others besides themselves, and too many tongues that wagged to those they shouldn't.

So many things are possible as long as you don't know they are impossible.

Now one day, maybe I can forgive John Andersen for what he done to these trees, but I ain't gonna forget it. I figure forgiving is not letting something nag at you—rotting you out.

Gin a body meet a bodyComing thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

Distractions can be disastrous if they are allowed, they will steal precious time and energy from most important things that matters in life.

Courage! I have shown it for years think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end?

Armaments, universal debt and planned obsolescence - those are the three pillars of Western prosperity.

There's something happening everyday, but I'm too tired and lazy to write it all down.

I don't want to be younger, I just want to look it.

Well I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything!

I don't go get a poem. It calls me and I accept it.

Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.

We must train ourselves in courage and generosity.