I came from a real tough neighborhood. Once a guy pulled a knife on me. I knew he wasn't a professional$$$ the knife had butter on it.

If the misery of the poor be caused not by the laws of nature$$$ but by our institutions$$$ great is our sin.

You ask me what forces me to speak? A strange thing; my conscience.

Well$$$ son$$$ I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

Keep passing the open windows.

I'd rather be fried alive and eaten by Mexicans.

I am only 8 years old$$$ I told myself. No little boy of 8 has ever murdered anyone. It's not possible.

Oh where$$$ oh where had Snow White gone?<br>She'd found it easy$$$ being pretty<br>To hitch a ride into the city.

The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives.

Titchy little snapperwhippers like you should not be higgling around with an old sage and onions who is hundreds of years more than you.