After all, a woman didn't leave much behind in the world to show she'd been there. Even the children she bore and raised got their father's name. But her quilts, now that was something she could pass on.
Jam on a winter took away the blue devils. It was like tasting summer.
... I told him I was so happy that I had nothing else to pray for. 'Why,'says I, I've got prayers to sell.
You know what a storyteller is, don't you? It's a person that has a good memory who hopes other people don't.