“So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn't know exactly. Her breath was gusty and short. She knew things that nobody had ever told her. For… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share
“All of the people took it up and sung it over and over until it was wrung dry, and no further innovations… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“It seems to me that organized creeds are collections of words around a wish. I feel no need for such. I know… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
“Let the sun go down on you like King Harold at the battle of Hastings — fighting gloriously. Maybe a loser but… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
