Among The Thousand White Persons, I Am

When Janie Looked Out Of Her Door She Saw The Drifting Mists Gathered In The West -- That Cloud Field Of The Sky -- To Arm Themselves With Thunders And March Forth Against The World. Louder And Higher And Lower And Wider The Sound And Motion Spread, Mounting, Sinking, Darking.

She Stood There Until Something Fell Off The Shelf Inside Her. Then She Went Inside There To See What It Was. It Was Her Image Of Jody Tumbled Down And Shattered. But Looking At It She Saw That It Never Was The Flesh And Blood Figure Of Her Dreams. Just Something She Had Grabbed Up To Drape Her Dreams Over.

Taint No Law On Earth Dat Kin Make A Man Be Decent If It Aint In 'im.

You Have No Idea, Sir, How Difficult It Is To Be The Victim Of Benevolence.

Gods Always Behave Like The People Who Make Them.