She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.

Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.

Honey, de white man is de ruler of everything as fur as Ah been able tuh find out. Maybe it's some place way off in de ocean where de black man is in power, but we don't know nothin' but what we see.

Gods always behave like the people who make them.

So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time.

But for the national welfare, it is urgent to realize that the minorities do think, and think about something other than the race problem.