“‘Your love is too thick,’… ‘Too thick?’ she said… ‘Love is or
it ain’t. Thin love ain’t love at all.’… ‘It worked,’ she said.
‘How? Your boys gone you don’t know where. One girl dead,
the other won’t leave the yard. How did it work?’ ‘They ain’t
at Sweet Home. Schoolteacher ain’t got em.’ ‘Maybe there’s
worse.’ ‘It ain’t my job to know what’s worse. It’s my job to
know what is and to keep them away from what I know is
terrible. I did that.’ ‘What you did was wrong, Sethe.’ ‘I
should have gone back there? Taken my babies back there?’
‘There could have been a way. Some other way.’ ‘What way?’
‘You got two feet, Sethe, not four’ he said, and right then a
forest sprang up between them; trackless and quiet.”
-Beloved, Toni Morrison