My head was full of misty fumes of doubt.

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

It is one of the blessings of this world that few people see visions and dream dreams.

There is nothing to make you like other human beings so much as doing things for them.

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

Grown people know that they do not always know the why of things, and even if they think they know, they do not know where and how they got the proof. Hence the irritation they show when children keep on demanding to know if a thing is so and how the grown folks got the proof of it. It is so troublesome because it is disturbing to the pigeonhole way of life.

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