Look lak we done run our conversation from grass roots tuh pine trees. - Zora Neale Hurston

She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.

They bowed down to him rather, because he was all of these things, and then again he was all of these things because the town bowed down.

Perhaps it is just as well to be rash and foolish for a while. If writers were too wise, perhaps no books would get written at all. It might be better to ask yourself 'Why?' afterward than before. Anyway, the force of somewhere in space which commands you to write in the first place, gives you no choice. You take up the pen when you are told, and write what is commanded. There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.