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 HurstonMost things are born in the mothering darkness and most things die. Darkness is the womb of creation, my boy. But the sun with his seven horns of flame is the father of life.
Zora Neale HurstonTain't no use in you cryin' . . . But folks is meant to cry 'bout somethin' or other. Better leave things de way dey is. Youse young yet. No tellin' whut mout happen befo' you die.
Zora Neale Hurston