"I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies."
"Well, feel this, why don't you? Feel how it feels to have a bed to sleep in and somebody there not worrying you to death about what you got to do each day to deserve it. Feel how that feels. And if that don't get it, feel how it feels to be a colored woman roaming the roads with anything God made liable to jump on you. Feel that."
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Source: Toni Morrison (2014). “Beloved”, p.70, Random House
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