It is a curious thing to be a woman in the Caribbean after you have been a woman in these United States.

I regret all of my books.

Look lak she been livin' through uh hundred years in January without one day of spring.

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

Like the dead-seeming, cold rocks, I have memories within that came out of the material that went to make me. Time and place have had their say.

There's two things everybody got to find out for themselves: they got to find out about love, and they got to find out about living. Now, love is like the sea. It's a moving thing. And it's different on every shore. And living... well... There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

Those that don't got it, can't show it. Those that got it, can't hide it.