Excerpts from “Same Kind of Different As Me”:
p 47 – “I couldn’t figure out why God kept takin all the folks I loved the most.”
p 47 – “… years kinda run together in my memory. We never kept no calendar. We didn’t even keep a clock. Didn’t need one: When all you doin is bringin in the Man’s cotton, aint nowhere you got to be at ‘cept where you’re at.”
p 60 – “But are you saved?” he pressed. “Are you certain you’re going to go to heaven?” Deborah put one hand on her hip and pointed the other one in Kirby’s face. “Well!’ she said. ‘My daddy paved the parking lot at the Snyder Methodist Church, and that’s good enough for me!”
p 113 – Do you own all your possessions, or do they own you?
p 116 – “…when Sister Bettie asks you to help out, aint too much you can do but help out.”
p 132 – “…God don’t give us credit for lovin the folks we want to love anyway. No, He gives us credit for loving the unlovable.”
p 140 – “And I found out that sometimes we just have to accept the things we don’t understand.”
p 156 – “I heard cowboys don’t like black folks.”
p 157 – “We’re all terminal … none of us makes it out of (this world) alive.”
p 169 – “When you get all the way to the end of your rope and there ain’t nothin you can do, that’s when God takes over.”
p 169 – “People think they’re in control, but they ain’t.”
p 172 – “How do you live the rest of your life in just a few days?”
p 192 – “I knowed God had a plan and a reason why He took her. But I still didn’t understand why He gon’ cut off such a beautiful life while the whole world was crawli with criminals and fellas like me that ain’t never done nobody much good.”
p 235 – “The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain’t no final restin place. So in a way, we is all homeless – just workin our way toward home.”
p 242 – “…see through the rags and filth into a (homeless) person’s heart.”
p 243 – “…love ‘em, serve ‘em and don’t judge ‘em, in spite of who they are, what they look like, and what they be doin!”