He wants to put his story next to hers... "We got more yesterday than anybody. We need some kinda tomorrow."

But the truth was she could not bear to be around their undead$$$ healthy children. More than envy she felt that each laughing redcheeked child of theirs was an accusation of failure$$$ a mockery of her own.

You are nothing but wilderness. No constraint. No mind. You shout the word mind$$$ mind$$$ mindover and over and then you laugh$$$ saying as I live and breathe$$$ a slave by choice.

No$$$ and if it's not your brain thinking cold$$$ cold thoughts$$$ which you can dress in any kind of mood$$$ then it's nothing. It has to be a cold$$$ cold thought. I mean cold$$$ or cool at least. Your brain. That's all there is.

But suppose my eyes aren't blue enough? "Blue enough for what?" "Blue enough for... I don't know. Blue enough for something." "Blue enough for you!"

...some advice about how to keep on with a brain greedy for news nobody could live with in a world happy to provide it.

He relished never knowing what lay in his path$$$ who might approach with what intention.

God take what He would$$$ she said. And He did$$$ and He did$$$ and He did and then gave her Halle who gave her freedom when it didn't mean a thing.

I learned much later to worship her$$$ just as I learned to delight in cleanliness$$$ knowing$$$ even as I learned$$$ that the change was adjustment without improvement.

After all that carryin' on just gettin' him out and keepin' him alive he wanted to crawl back in my womb and well...I ain't got the room no more even if he could do it. There wasn't space for him in my womb.