
I can’t be normal, so I’ll be something else.
page 144, Death of the Author by Nnedi Okorafor
The void is my friend.
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I can’t be normal, so I’ll be something else.
page 144, Death of the Author by Nnedi Okorafor

Fathers leave in all sorts of ways. Some of them leave in the dark. Some leave only in their heads, while their bodies remain, staring at the world around them forever distantly. Others fade out over time, like an old photo rubbed raw.
page 190, The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez
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​Many, gone in an instant.

Writers spend a lot of time alone. If we’re lucky, we like being alone, and if we are even luckier, we have people who love us through it all. As I write this, I can’t even tell how lucky I feel.
Acknowledgements, page 120, The Empress of Salt and Fortune by Nghi Vo