“They don’t never tell you what it cost,” she say. “How all them pieces of you gonna come together and make something new. How this little person gonna be walking around, on its own, out in the world.”
“Dear God," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
― A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
― A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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