A man ain't nothing but a man. But a son? Well, now, that's somebody. - Toni Morrison

What's the world for you if you can't make it up the way you want it?

There is really nothing more to say-except why. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.

You looked at them and wondered why they were so ugly; you looked closely and could not find the source. Then you realized that it came from conviction, their conviction. It was as though some mysterious all-knowing master had given each one a cloak of ugliness to wear, and they had each accepted it without question.