She didn't read books so she didn't know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.

Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches

I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.

Gods always love the people who make 'em.

She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.

Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.