Wide Sargasso Sea
So I was told, but I have noticed that negroes as a rule refuse to discuss the black magic in which so many believe. Voodoo as it is called in Haiti – Obeah in some of the islands, another name in South Africa. They confuse matters by telling lies if pressed. (II.4.3.28)
"Yes, that was his story, and is any of it true?" I said, cold and calm. […]
"But we must talk about it." Her voice was high and shrill.
"Only if you promise to be reasonable."
But this is not the place or the time, I thought […] "Not tonight," I said again. "Some other time."
"I might never be able to tell you in any other place or at any other time. No other time, now. You frightened?" she said, imitating a negro's voice, singing and insolent. (II.6.3.26, 29-32)
"Lies are never forgotten, they go on and they grow." (II.6.3.42)