"I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies."
"...fact was she knew more about them than she knew about herself, having never had the map to discover what she was like. Could she sing? (Was it nice to hear when she did?) Was she pretty? Was she a good friend? Could she have been a loving mother? A faithful wife? Have I got a sister and does she favor me? If my mother knew me would she like me? (140)"
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Source: Toni Morrison (2014). “Beloved”, Random House
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