“But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.”

“If you had to chose one half of your son, which one would it be?"
What kind of a question is that?!"
No need to snap. It was just a question.”

“You take a man half-bad and a woman half-bad and put their two good halves together and you got one human all good to share between. That's you [our son].”

“One half of me is yours, the other half is yours,
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours.”

“One a child, one old / almost half a century apart // both / need my hand in this city”

“All of my gentlemen callers were sons of planters and of course I assumed that I would be married to one and raise my family on a large piece of land with plenty of servants. But man proposes — and woman accepts the proposal! — To vary that old, old saying a little bit — I married no planter! I married a man who worked for the telephone company!”

“Man warring on himself an old tale is;
But Man discovering the source of all his sorrow in himself,
Finding his left hand and his right
Are similar sons, are children fighting
In the porchyards of the void?!”

“Man warring on himself an old tale is;
But Man discovering the source of all his sorrow in himself,
Finding his left hand and his right
Are similar sons, are children fighting
In the porchyards of the void?!”

“Man is half of woman, who helps her and the one who stands beside her, one who makes her feel comfortable, but the man should be jealous [Gheerah] on his wife not of her.”

“I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.”