No, I do not weep at the world. I'm too busy sharpening my oyster knife. - Zora Neale Hurston

it seems that tears and laughter, love and hate, make up the sum of life!

The morning air was like a new dress. That made her feel the apron tied around her waist. She untied it and flung it on a low bush beside the road and walked on, picking flowers and making a bouquet… From now on until death she was going to have flower dust and springtime sprinkled over everything.

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.