Lately, I’ve been waxing particularly dorky and reading college textbooks I pick up at Goodwill for one whole dollar. One such book is 50 Essays, fifty fantastic pieces by all those writers you’ve heard of, but maybe haven’t read. And that, my friends, is how I discovered Zora Neale Hurston, 60 years after everyone else.If you don’t know her yet, prepare to feverishly flip through your library’s online catalog.
Some awesome things she’s said:
I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all
the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows,
with a harp and sword in my hands.
It seems to me that trying to live without friends is
like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole
lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.
Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does
not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves
the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.
Isn’t she fantastic? Who are your favorite lady writers?