
Necessities helped people survive, but joyful excess gave them life.
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The void is my friend.

Necessities helped people survive, but joyful excess gave them life.
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The paradox–and a fearful paradox it is–is that the American Negro can have no future anywhere, on any continent, as long as he is unwilling to accept his past. To accept one’s past–one’s history–is not the same thing as drowning in it; it is learning how how to use it. An invented past can never be used; it cracks and crumbles under the pressures of life like clay in a season of drought. How can the American Negro’s past be used? The unprecedented price demanded–and at this embattled hour of the world’s history–is the transcendence of the realities of color, of nations, and of altars.
My Dungeon Shook

Touraine was starting to think it was impossible to come from one land and learn to live in another and feel whole. That you would always stand on shaky, hole-ridden ground, half of your identity dug out of you and tossed away.
Chapter 15: Rebellions

“Revenge…is like poison. It can cancel out other poisons but will still bring you pain.”
Chapter 25: Khalil: Madada

She did not own herself any longer. Even her flesh could be cut and stitched without her consent or knowledge.
Dawn by Octavia E. Butler