If I were a maker of perfumes, I would make one and call it 'Spring,' and it would smell like this cool, sweet, early-morning air. — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
“This was, by comparison, a safe, secure, clean world. And looking at it, she thought it must be rather pleasant to be able to… — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
“She held the paper in her hand for a long time, trying to follow the reasoning by which that thin ragged boy had become… — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
“The attendant looked at Camilo, looked at Link, blandly, incuriously. Link thought, In New York all the black boys who go in for what… — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
All life goes in a circle, around and around, you started at one place, and then came right back to it again. — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
“Doesn't the female always take what she wants and at the same time try to hang on to what she already has?” — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
“She supposed the young colored men of Link's generation couldn't have manners like Mr. Powther's, though she didn't know why. Wars and atom bombs… — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
Folks differs, dearie. They differs a lot. Some can stand things that others can't. There's never no way of knowin' how much they can… — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
Everything you ever had, everything you ever lost. It's all there in the trumpet--pain and hate and trouble and peace and quiet and love. — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
“The women work because the white folks give them jobs—washing dishes and clothes and floors and windows. The women work because for years now… — Ann Petry Copy Share Image
