"I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies."
"...a habit that had become one of those necessary things for the night... surely a body-friendly if not familiar-lying next to you. Someone whose touch is a reassurance, not an affront or a nuissance. Whose heavy breathing neither enrages nor discusts you, but amuses you like that of a cherished pet."
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Source: Toni Morrison (1992). “Jazz”, Alfred a Knopf Inc
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