“Fer in our dreams we find ourselves. Who we were. Who we are. Who we can become. Sleep. Dream.”

“There are some people, she says, not many, who have within them the power to change things. The courage to act in the service of somethin greater than themselves.”

“This might not mean much to you right now, but fer what it's worth, I'll tell you. Maybe I know better'n most. Life ain't black an white. People ain't neether. Family, friends, lovers. It's all a l...”

“There's some wounds that run too deep to be seen. They're the most dangerous.”

“Maybe I did mean to kill myself. I didn't think it outright but...maybe the truth is, I didn't--I don't--much care one way or th'other.”

“The mask's back in place. The heard-it-all smile. The seen-it-all eyes.”

“But suppose the endlessly dead were to wake in us some emblem:they might point to the catkins hangingfrom the empty hazel trees, or direct us to the raindescending on black earth in early spring. ...”

“Life is but a dream for the dead.”

“Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.”

“The life of my people is to remember forever; each head granary is full. The life of your people is to forget: your thing granaries ("museums"), and not yourselves, are full.”

“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.”

“The living sinners on deadly ground.”