When you a runaway, lot of things get left behind. Hard not to think about them. It’s like a piece of you what’s missing. It’s heavy. Like dead weight.[to Royal]
The first and last thing my mama gave me was apologies.
I ain’t no kind of luck. Only kind I had was rotten.
Everybody keep telling me how special I am. What good is a railroad if only special folk can take it? What good is a farm full of freedom if only special folk can till it?[to Royal]
