Faith is love taking the form of aspiration.

There is a time for work$$$ and a time for love. That leaves no other time.

I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs. Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.

You're broke$$$ eh?<br>"I been shaking two nickels together for a month$$$ trying to get them to mate."

It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.

Passion goes$$$ boredom remains.

California$$$ the department store state.

She was thinking. I could see$$$ even on that short acquaintance$$$ that thinking was always going to be a bother for her.

Black people live their whole lives in a fantasy world$$$ it's just not their fantasy.

Tell me thy company$$$ and I'll tell thee what thou art.