Beloved, you are my sister, you are my daughter, you are my face; you are me.
Donโt beg anybody for anything, especially love.
Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.
When I write, I don't translate for white readers.... Dostoevski wrote for a Russian audience, but we're able to read him. If I'm specific, and I don't overexplain, then anyone can overhear me.
We never shape the world . . . the world shapes us.
Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence.