Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.
The best thing she was, was her children.
God take what He would," she said. And He did, and He did, and He did and then gave her Halle who gave her freedom when it didn't mean a thing.
Take off that coat,' he told him. 'Sir?' 'You heard me.' The boy slipped out of his jacket, whining, 'What you gonna do? What I'm gonna wear?' The man untied the baby from her chest and wrapped it in the boy's coat, knotting the sleeves in front. 'Wh...
Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.' Sethe shook her head. 'Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part.
She led him to the top of the stairs, where light came straight from the sky because the second-story windows of that house had been placed in the pitched ceiling and not the walls. There were two rooms and she took him into one of them, hoping he wo...
And in all those escapes he could not help being astonished by the beauty of this land that was not his. He his in its breast, fingered its earth for food, clung to its banks to lap water and tried not to love it. On nights when the sky was personal,...
Let me tell you something. A man ain’t a goddamn ax. Chopping, hacking, busting every goddamn minute of the day. Things get to him. Things he can’t chop down because they’re inside.
You your own best thing, Sethe. You are.
She knew Paul D was adding something to her life—something she wanted to count on but was scared to... His waiting eyes and awful human power. The mind of him that knew her own. Her story was bearable because it was his as well—to tell, to refine...
She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.
God puzzled her and she was too ashamed of Him to say so.
Me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow.
Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.
No matter what all your teeth and wet fingers anticipated, there was no accounting for the way that simple joy could shake you.
if they put an iron circle around your neck I will bite it away
Después hizo algo mágico: levantó las piernas y los pies de Sethe y los masajeó hasta que lloró lágrimas saladas. -Ahora te dolerá -dijo Amy-. Siempre que lo muerto vuelve a la vida, duele.
But maybe a man was nothing but a man, which is what Baby Suggs always said. They encouraged you to put some of your weight in their hands and soon as you felt how light and lovely that was, they studied your scars and tribulations, after which they ...
