I have known the joy and pain of friendship. I have served and been served. I have made some good enemies for which I am not a bit sorry. I have love… - Zora Neale Hurston

If you're silent about your pain, they'll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep.

Our lives are so diversified, internal attitudes so varied, appearances and capabilities so different, that there is no possible classification so catholic that it will cover us all, except My people! My people!