"I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies."
"They seemed to have taken all of their smoothly cultivated ignorance, their exquisitely learned self-hatred, their elaborately designed hopelessness and sucked it all up into a fiery cone of scorn that had burned for ages in the hollows of their minds― cooled ―and spilled over lips of outrage, consuming whatever was in its path."
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Source: The Bluest Eye. Book by Toni Morrison, www.huffingtonpost.com. 1970.
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