If you’re meant to be free, then you’re free. And if you’re meant to be in chains, then you’re a n***er.
When you a runaway, lot of things get left behind. Hard not to think about them. It’s like a piece of you what’s missing. It’s heavy. Like dead weight.[to Royal]
When the light is gone and only the shadow remains, that spirit is nothing compared to the will of a heart that’s overrun with hate.
Where do they go? The ones that run away and never return?
We’ll always have to pretend. Some way, part ways. Too much behind us.[to Cora]
The only spirit worth its salt is the American spirit. The one that called us up from the Old World to the New, to conquer and build and civilize.
It is past time to go. There is nothing here but suffering. Pain and suffering.
A person should find joy in managing and handling one’s responsibilities.
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We cannot escape slavery. Its scars will never fade.
We can’t save everybody. No. But that don’t mean we can’t try.
The heart has a way of working through the body. It’ll fuel you, yes, but it’s the worst kind of fuel.[to Cora]
The first and last thing my mama gave me was apologies.
