"If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it."
"There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rotting around the feet; impulses smothered too long in the fetid air of underground caves. The soul lives in sickly air. People can be slaveships in shoes."
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Source: Zora Neale Hurston (1990). “Their Eyes Were Watching God”, Harper Perennial
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