I like the U.S. and feel gratitude towards it.

Honesty. And I just really think there's a fundamental friendship that needs to exist, whether it's a lover, whether it's a sister...there's just this connection both people need to be effortlessly themselves.

Race doesn't really exist for you because it has never been a barrier. Black folks don't have that choice.

When we realize that there is never a single story about any place, we regain a kind of paradise.

The only reason race matters is because of racism.

Then she wished, more rationally, that she could love him without needing him. Need gave him power without his trying; need was the choicelessness she often felt around him.

This is our world, although the people who drew this map decided to put their own land on top of ours. There is no top or bottom, you see.