“Said 2,000 years of Christian history, baby And you ain't learned to love me yet?”
“I went down to my baby's house And I sat down on the step Said 2,000 years of Christian history, baby And you ain't learned to love me yet?”
“Whatever are we to do about you, baby girl? Huh?' 'Kill me, I guess.' 'That idea has been said already. Got'ny other ones?' 'Help me. Ain't nobody said that idea yet, have they?”
“Love, my child, is a thing that every mother learns; it is not born with a baby, but made; and for eleven years, I have learned to love you as my son.”
“Baby, I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me.”
“Most things are beyond me," Block said. "I ain't found anything yet that I thoroughly understood,”