Sula - Toni Morrison

The men who took her to one ore another of those places had merged into one large personality: the same language of love, the same entertainments of love, the same cooling of love. Whenever she introduced her private thoughts into their rubbings or goings, they hooded their eyes. They taught her nothing but love tricks, shared nothing but worry, gave nothing but money. She had been looking all over for a friend, and it took her a while to discover that a lover was not a comrade and could never be---for a woman.


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