“You ain’t dead yet, so you ain’t done.”
“If you ain’t scared… you ain’t human.”
“You ain’t got no advantages when you’re small and contrary.”“I ain’t puny,” I said hotly. “And I ain’t contrary.”
“You can trust me, he says.You would say that. How do I know you ain’t lyin?You don’t. But I ain’t.”
“Shit. I want you, Chess. Make no mistake on that one, dig? Want you bad. So bad I ain’t even can think of any else sometimes, ’cept gettin you under me. Ain’t give a fuck what pills you swallow get you through the day or what happens you ain’t got em, aye? Still want you.”
“Shit. You so fuckin pretty, Chessie. True thing. So … ain’t even can breathe sometimes.”