“The vision seemed to enter the house with me—the stretcher, the phantom-bearers, the wild crowd of obedient worshippers, the gloom of the forests, the glitter of the reach between the murky bends, the beat of the drum, regular and muffled like the beating of a heart—the heart of a conquering darkness.”
“So don't tell me that I can't fit in. My heart beats like a talking drum.”
“For I am my mother's daughter, and the drums of Africa still beat in my heart.”
“One boy, one girl, two hearts beating wildly.”
“But the mysterious and private heart never ceases to beat. Indestructible and immortal, the heart beats on, independent, and beating for me alone…”
“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”