Just Imagine. No illness. Ever. No pain. No aging or frailty of any kind. No loss or grief or tears. And obviously no more dying, not even if the stars shattered into motes and the moon disintegrated like a corpse beneath the sea.
I write the way women have babies. You don't know it's going to be like that. If you did, there's no way you would go through with it.
The real hell of Hell is that it is forever.' Sula said that. She said doing anything forever and ever was hell.
He can't value you more than you value yourself.
For a nickel a month, Lady Jones did what whitepeople thought unnecessary if not illegal: crowded her little parlor with the colored children who had time for and interest in book learning.
My sex life became sort of like Diet Coke—deceptively sweet minus nutrition.