She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“It’s Okay, Mom.” The little girl grinned impishly. “Max will be pretty with pink nails.” “Oh I brought my A-game,” the vampire… — Rebecca Zanetti Copy Share Image
Janie: Did you ever sell drugs? Cabel: Yes. Pot. Ninth and tenth grade. I was, uh...rather troubled back then. Janie: Why did… — Lisa McMann Copy Share Image
Oftentimes when I do a project I do get influenced by the wardrobe. I certainly learned a lot from 'Mad Men' and… — Christina Hendricks Copy Share Image
So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“The door opened to reveal Janie gleefully putting the finishing touches of the bright pink polish on Max's hands. "Nice timing," the… — Rebecca Zanetti Copy Share Image
She often spoke to falling seeds and said, "Ah hope you fall on soft ground," because she had heard seeds saying that… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
