In the cool afternoon the fiend from hell specifically sent to lovers arrived at Janie's ear. Doubt. - Zora Neale Hurston

Why fear? The stuff of my being is matter, ever changing, ever moving, but never lost; so what need of denominations and creeds to deny myself the comfort of all my fellow men? The wide belt of the universe has no need for finger-rings. I am one with the infinite and need no other assurance.

She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen.

The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky. It was the time for sitting on porches beside the road.