"I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies."
"Love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize."
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Source: Toni Morrison (2017). “The Origin of Others”, p.85, Harvard University Press
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