The Haitian people are gentle and lovable except for their enormous and unconscious cruelty.

I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.

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

That is the way with people ... If they do you wrong, they invent a bad name for you, a good name for their acts and then destroy you in the name of virtue.

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

Tell me, and then again show me, so I can know.

I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.