A Good Man is Hard to Find and Other Stories

by Flannery O'Connor

“Lady, a man is divided into two parts, body and spirit.” The old woman clamped her gums together. “A body and a spirit,” he repeated. “The body, lady, is like a house: it don’t go anywhere; but the spirit, lady, is like a automobile: always on the move, always . . .”

“Everybody is different,” Mrs. Hopewell said. “Yes, most people is,” Mrs. Freeman said. “It takes all kinds to make the world.”

Diversity

She had never given much thought to the devil for she felt that religion was essentially for those people who didn’t have the brains to avoid evil without it. For people like herself, for people of gumption, it was a social occasion providing the opportunity to sing; but if she had ever given it much thought, she would have considered the devil the head of it and God the hanger-on.

The change in his face seemed to have come from the inside; he looked like a man who had gone for a long time without water.

What a great way to describe a person who is very sad without saying or using that very adjective, but as the reader, I quicly recognized the despair for his loss (his wife's death)