“I had strange notions about life and God. One of the strangest had to do with the power of words. I was convinced that at the beginning of your life you were given a set number of words to utter and when you used them up you died.
I figured that the President, Miss Whitfield, and Mr. Nunn had died so young because they had used all their words. I knew Miss Whitfield talked a lot in Sunday school and also sometimes did the announcements and the welcome at church. The times I had seen the President on television he was always talking, and Mister Nunn loved to talk not only to adults but to children as well, and he sang solos almost every Monday at church. Words were powerful, I thought, and must be used wisely.” (22)
RIP mister harris, and thanks, strand books.