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You don’t know what it’s like to be so hungry that you’d steal to eat.

Her biggest secret was Jay Currie—her white American boyfriend.

Like lions in cages, women like me dream . . . of freedom . . .

Youth! Goodness! Joy! Hope! Strange things to bring to a place like this.

With these fingers, afraid and aware, I stroke your delicate skin.

i silenced with my hands the loud wet thing that would not let me sleep

I bled. God didn’t want to hear about it. He said unclean and so it was.

i learned to save lives from a man who reminded me of my father

It was our flesh with its deadly sweetness that led them on.

Your hand on my nightgown, my soft places. I wish you wouldn’t do that.

The sloshed grownups had little to say to me. I loved it that I was alien.

I wish I could tell him he’s not going to hell. It would be so freeing for him.

What I want is a woman who knows all the meanings of indulgence.

Her knees seemed about to give way, and he quickly grabbed her elbow.

You are home in your bed like a soft animal with really intense feelers.

A scene from the night before comes rushing forward like a dream.

you cut through brush with the iron edge you push before you

The barman emanated paranoia, the male customers sat introspecting.

The story of Wing Biddlebaum’s hands is worth a book in itself.

Hello, women rising up against toxic men. I salute you. And I apologize.

Pummel nests from limbs and drown the furred things in their dens.

Mom could have been an acre away, or doe-still behind the next stalk.

I’ve got other plans. And they don’t center on ringnecks.

He tries to appear slight in his leather jacket and turbulent jeans.

Lee has taken on several of the great novelists of the past century.

I remember the sun on the mountain like a trembling drop of lava. When the lasso dancers were done, they kicked away like wild colts.

“Well, it’s a dark world, Suzanne. She’s old enough to know that.”

That piece of flesh you’re with is a high school student, a minor.

It dawned on me my passion was not for her but for the making-up.

This kind of heart-wrenching love was different from all the others.