The only time Tol's clothes looked good was before he put them on.

You could say the place had a pious atmosphere. It was an atmosphere that I finally had to think about, and when I thought about it I had to admit that I could not get comfortable in it; I could not breathe a full breath in it.

He was looking at her from behind the smiling that wasn't smiling but was something you were not supposed to see beyond.

Your outside is just what you live in, sleep in, and has little connection with who you are and even less with what you do.

Tell um de good Lawd dont keer whether he bright er not. Dont nobody but white trash keer dat.

And when Hightower approaches, the smell of plump unwashed flesh and unfresh clothing--that odor of unfastidious sedentation, of static overflesh not often enough bathed--is well nigh overpowering. [...] It is the odor of goodness. Of course it would smell bad to us that are bad and sinful.

He had a face like a nutcracker; a scrawny man of no particular age, with merry secretive eyes.

A hack writer who would not have been considered fourth rate in Europe. (on Mark Twain)

Al ÅŸunu, diyorum, çikolatay? ona vererek. ÖnlüÄŸümü ç?kar?p o yana geçtim. Baya?? güzeldi. Hani ÅŸu kara gözlüler vard?r ya, bir aldatacak olsan b?ça?? saplayacak gibi görünürler, onlardand?.

Jewel and I come up from the field, following the path in single file. Although I am fifteen feet ahead of him, anyone watching us from the cotton-house can see Jewel's frayed and broken straw hat a full head above my own.

The Lord can see into the heart. If it is His will that some folks has different ideas about honesty from other folks, it is not my place to question His decree.

Riches is nothing in the face of the Lord, for He can see into the heart.