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Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.

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Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

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She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.

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Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.

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Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.

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He wants to put his story next to hers.

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Me and you, we got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kind of tomorrow.

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Something that is loved is never lost.

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They encouraged you to put some of your weight in their hands and soon as you felt how light and lovely it was, they studied your scars and tribulations...

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Let me tell you something. A man ain’t a goddamn ax. Chopping, hacking, busting every goddamn minute of the day. Things get to him. Things he can’t chop down because they’re inside.

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He licked his lips. ‘Well, if you want my opinion-‘‘I don’t, ‘ She said. ‘I have my own.

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Today is always here,' said Sethe. 'Tomorrow, never.

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Was it hard? I hope she didn't die hard.'Sethe shook her head. 'Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part.

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Risky, thought Paul D, very risky. For a used-to-be-slave woman to love anything that much was dangerous, especially if it was her children she had settled on to love. The best thing, he knew, was to love just a little bit, so when they broke its back, or shoved it in a croaker sack, well, maybe you'd have a little love left over for the next one.

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He leans over and takes her hand. With the other he touches her face. ‘You your best thing, Sethe. You are.’ His holding fingers are holding hers.‘Me? Me?

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She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.

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No matter what all your teeth and wet fingers anticipated, there was no accounting for the way that simple joy could shake you.

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It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves.

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You looking good.""Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.

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Everything depends on knowing how much, she said, and Good is knowing when to stop.

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In Ohio seasons are theatrical. Each one enters like a prima donna, convinced its performance is the reason the world has people in it.

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You your best thing, Sethe. You are.

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Sifting daylight dissolves the memory, turns it into dust motes floating in light.

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Sweet, she thought. He must think I can't bear to hear him say it. That after all I have told him and after telling me how many feet I have, "goodbye" would break me to pieces. Ain't that sweet."So long," she murmured from the far side of the trees.

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But her brain was not interested in the future. Loaded with the past and hungry for more, it left her no room to imagine, let alone plan for, the next day.

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Lay my head on the railroad line. Train come along; pacify my mind.

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The best thing she was, was her children.

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Unless carefree, mother love was a killer.

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It’s gonna hurt, now, said Amy. Anything dead coming back to life hurts.

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Clever, but schoolteacher beat him anyway to show him that definitions belonged to the definers - not the defined.

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She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.

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No more running-from nothing. I will never run from another thing on this Earth. I took one journey and I paid for the ticket, but let me tell you something, Paul D. Garner: it cost too much!

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I don't care what she is. Grown don't mean a thing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What's that supposed to mean? In my heart it don't mean a thing.

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You your own best thing, Sethe. You are.

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She did not tell them to clean up their lives, or go and sin no more. She did not tell them they were the blessed of the earth, its inheriting meek, or its glory-bound pure. She told them that the only grace they could have is the grace they could imagine. That if they could not see it, they could not have it.

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People who die bad don't stay in the ground.

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Risky, thought Paul D, very risky. For a used-to-be-slave woman to love anything that much was dangerous, especially if it was her children she had settled on to love. The best thing, he knew, was to love just a little bit; everything, just a little bit, so when they brok its back, or shoved it in a croaker sack, well, maybe you'd have a little love left over for the next one.

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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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Beloved, she my daughter. She mine. See. She come back to me of her own free will and I don't have to explain a thing.

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Those white things have taken all I had or dreamed," she said, "and broke my heartstrings too. There is no bad luck in the world but whitefolks.

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Bit by bit, at 124 and in the Clearing, along with others, she had claimed herself. Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed self was another.

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It's not about choosing somebody over her. It's about making space for somebody along with her.

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Outside, snow solidified itself into graceful forms. The peace of winter stars seemed permanent.

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Down came the dry flakes, fat enough and heavy enough to crash like nickels on stone. It always surprised him, how quiet it was. Not like rain, but like a secret.

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I will call them my people, which were not my people; and her beloved, which was not beloved.

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I'll tend to her as no mother ever tended a child, a daughter. Nobody will ever get my milk no more except my own children. I never had to give it to nobody else--and the one time I did it was took from me--they held me down and took it. Milk that belonged to my baby.... I know what it is to be without the milk that belongs to you; to have to fight and holler for it, and to have so little left.

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But I been headin' in this direction for seven years. Walking all around this place. Upstate, downstate, east, west. I been to territory ain't got no name. Never stayin' nowhere long. But when I got here, and sat out there on the porch waitin' for you, I knew it wasn't the place I was headin' toward, it was you.

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A man ain't a goddamn axe, choppin', hackin', bustin' every goddamn minute of the day. Things get to him. Things he can't chop down, because they inside.

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She is a friend to my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It's good, ya know, when you got a woman who's a friend to your mind.

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She knew Paul D was adding something to her life—something she wanted to count on but was scared to... His waiting eyes and awful human power. The mind of him that knew her own. Her story was bearable because it was his as well—to tell, to refine and tell again. The things neither knew about the other—the things neither had word-shapes for—well, it would come in time.

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