“I was about to turn around and keep on my way to where the muslin was, when I heard him say, “No, no.”
“Once Stamp Paid brought you a coat, got the message to you, saved your life, of fixed the cistern he took the liberty of walking in your door as though if were his own”
“Was she vexed by the loss, the free and unasked-for revival of gossip by the man who had helped her cross the river and who was her friend as well as Baby Suggs'”
“Perhaps it was the smile, or maybe the ever-ready love she saw in his eyes–easy and upfront, the way colts, evangelists and children look at you: with love you don’t have to deserve–that made her go ahead and tell him what she had not told Baby Suggs, the only person she felt obligated to explain anything to.”
“When I got to the wharf, I ran into three Aleut cousins, who sat on a wooden bench and stared out at the bay and cried.”
What You Pawn I Will Redeem by Sherman Alexie (Paragraph 3 at 2 P.M.)
“Because they don’t want to be perfect, because only God is perfect, Indian people sew flaws into their powwow regalia.”
[luh–rin-jeez] (Show IPA), larynxes.
“Rosa believed that something had gone wrong with her vocal cords, with her windpipe, with the cave of her larynx: Magda was defective, without a voice; perhaps she was deaf; there might be something amiss with her intelligence; Magda was dumb.
The Shawl by Cynthia Ozick (Paragraph 8)
“Rosa saw that today Magda, deserted, was going to die, and at the same time a fearful joy ran in Rosa’s two palms, her fingers were on fire, she was astonished, febrile: Magda, in the sunlight, swaying on her pencil legs, was howling.
“There was not enough milk; sometimes Magda sucked air; then she screamed. Stella was ravenous. Her knees where tumors on sticks, her elbow chicken bones.”
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