I thought love would adapt itself to my needs. But needs grow too fast. They come up… — Alice Walker
I thought love would adapt itself to my needs. But needs grow too fast. They come up like weeds. Through cracks in the conversation. Through silences in the dark. Through everything you thought was concrete.
1979
★ 3.6Provenance
Citation
Walker, Alice. "Did This Happen to Your Mother? Did Your Sister Throw Up a Lot?" Good Night, Willie Lee, I'll See You in the Morning. The Dial Press, 1979, I. 24.
