Baby Suggs: And the beat, beat, of your heart... Love it. More than the lungs that need yet to breathe free air. More than the womb, which holds life. More than the private parts that give life. Love your heart. This... this is the prize. Amen. This the prize... Amen.
Denver: We have a ghost here, you know?
Sethe: I got a tree on my back and a haint in my house, and nothing inbetween but the daughter I'm holding in my arms.