Joel Chandler Harris Quotes

Licker talks mighty loud w'en it gits loose from de jug.

Youk'n hide de fier, but w'at you gwine do wid de smoke?

'I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.

Hungry rooster don't cackle w'en he fine a wum.

Brer Rabbit keep on axin' 'im, en de Tar-Baby, she keep on sayin' nothin', twel present'y Brer Rabbit draw back wid his fis', he did, en blip he tuck 'er side er de head. Right dar's whar he broke his merlasses jug. His fis' stuck, en he can't pull loose. De tar hilt 'im.

Tater-vine growin’ w’ile you sleep.

Brer Fox, he lay low.

I seem to see before me the smiling faces of thousands of children some young and fresh and some wearing the friendly marks of age. But all children at heart and not an unfriendly face among them. And while I’m trying hard to speak the right word, I seem to hear a voice lifted above the rest saying you have made some of us happy. And so I feel my heart fluttering and my lips trembling, and I have to bow silently and turn away and hurry back into the obscurity that fits me best.

Lazy fokes's stummucks don't git tired.

Ez soshubble ez a baskit er kittens.

Jay-bird don't rob his own nes'.