But you must give him some sign, some sign that you love him... or he'll never be a man. All his life he'll feel guilty and alone unless you release him.

Walking is broken falls, the body leaning, the legs advancing to catch it.

Of the female black authors, I really like Morrison&#39;s early books a lot. But she&#39;s really become so much a clone of Faulkner. He did it better.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

Written By Carl Sandburg

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