No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps, and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew lushly, but only in the tenements districts.... That was the kind of tree it was. It liked poor people.
Betty SmithAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: american
- Born: December 15, 1896
- Died: January 17, 1972