"It was not to be believed and I kept telling myself that, as I walked from the subway station to the high school. And at the same time I couldn't doubt it. I was scared, scared for Sonny."
"Dear brother, You don't know how much I needed to hear from you. I wanted to write you many a time but I dug how much I must have hurth you and so I didn't write..."
"He was a man by then, of course, but I wasn't willing to see it. He came by the house from time to time, but we fought almost every time we met. I didn't like the way he carried himself, loose and dreamlike all the time, and I didn't like his friends, and his music seemed to be merely an excuse for the life he led."
"The hair on my face began to itch, my face felt wet. "Thats not true.' I siad, "thats not true. I don't give a damn what other peple do, I don't even care how they suffer. I just care how you suffer." Please believe me," I said, "I don't want to see you die trying not to suffer."
"Freedom lurked around us and I understood, at last, that he could help us to be free if we would listen, that he would never be free until we did."