To get to a place where you could love anything you chose—not to need permission for desire—well now, that was freedom.
He knew exactly what she meant: to get to a place where you could love anything you choose — not to need permission for desire — well now, that was freedom. Beloved (1987)
They stayed that way for a while because neither Denver nor Sethe knew how not to: how to stop and not love the look or feel of the lips that kept on kissing. Beloved (1987)
My first-born. All I can remember of her is how she loved the burned bottom of bread. Can you beat that? Eight children and that's all I remember. Beloved (1987)