Sometimes a useful delusion is better than a useless truth.
I ain’t no kind of luck. Only kind I had was rotten.
Find you? See, that’s the thing. I do not think that I did. I think… you found me.[Cora: How’d you find me?]
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]
