I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every nig — Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
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I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I've had enough of thinking, enough of remembering.

— Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight
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