Gather Together in My Name (Maya Angelou's Autobiography, #2)

by Maya Angelou

If you bring your own bottle, you'll be expected to share; if you don't it's all right, somebody will share with you.

I thought if war did not include killing, I'd like to see one every year.

Thus we lived through a major war. The question in the ghettos was, Can we make it through a minor peace?

“Take it easy, but take it.”

I hated his being there because his presence made me jittery, but I loathed his leaving and could hardly bear waiting for him to return.