Novels Allow Me To Create A Whole

I've Never Thought Of Leaving The South, Never.

When I Die, I Will No Be Guilty Of Having Left A Generation Of Girls Behind Thinking That Anyone Can Tend To Their Emotional Health Other Than Themselves.

The Slaves Who Were Ourselves Had Known Terror Intimately, Confused Sunrise With Pain, & Accepted Indifference As Kindness.

Nice Is Such A Rip-off.

Where There Is A Woman There Is Magic. If There Is A Moon Falling From Her Mouth, She Is A Woman Who Knows Her Magic, Who Can Share Or Not Share Her Powers. A Woman With A Moon Falling From Her Mouth, Roses Between Her Legs And Tiaras Of Spanish Moss, This Woman Is A Consort Of The Spirits.