You your own best thing, Sethe. You are.
Lonely was much better than alone.
I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.
You need a whole community to raise a child. I have raised two children, alone.
You free. Nothing and nobody is obliged to save you but you.
And I am all the things I have ever loved: scuppernong wine, cool baptisms in silent water, dream books and number playing.