He was the average mortal. It troubled him to get used to the world one way and then suddenly have it turn different.
Zora Neale HurstonEverybody has some special road of thought along which they travel when they are alone to themselves. And his road of thought is what makes every man what he is.
Zora Neale HurstonI am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a lowdown dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it. Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the worldโI am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Zora Neale Hurston