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.
-Zora Neale Hurston
Select a background
More quotes by Zora Neale Hurston
Popular Authors
A curated listing of popular authors.