“It's gonna hurt, now," said Amy. "anything dead coming back to life hurts.”

“Anything dead coming back to life hurts.”

“Come on, girl. Don't cry," whispered Frank. "Why not? I can be miserable if I want to. You don't need to try and make it go away. It shouldn't go away. It's just as sad as it ought to be and I'm not going to hide from what's true just because it hurts." Cee wasn't sobbing anymore, but the tears were still running down her cheeks.”

“She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?”

“The real hell of Hell is that it is forever.' Sula said that. She said doing anything forever and ever was hell.”

“Together they stood in the doorway. For Sethe it was as though the Clearing had come to her with all its heat and simmering leaves, where the voices of women searched for the right combination, the key, the code, the sound that broke the back of words.”

“To get to a place where you could love anything you chose--not to need permission for desire--well now _that_ was freedom.”