
“I think it’s better to feel,” Yoyo said, “even if it hurts.”
Chapter 18: Gaechon, Luminous by Silvia Park
The void is my friend.

“I think it’s better to feel,” Yoyo said, “even if it hurts.”
Chapter 18: Gaechon, Luminous by Silvia Park

On one of my first forays into publishing anything, an editor told me that I was too readable to be academic, too deep to be popular, too country black to be literary, and too naive to show the rigor of my thinking in the complexity of my prose. I had wanted to create something meaningful that sounded not only like me, but like all of me. It was too thick.
Thick, Tressie McMillan Cottom

Nuno Caro: You are serious? My God, you’re serious. What makes you think you can win?
Yasuke: [..] That no one is untouchable. That even you are just one blade of grass in a withering field.
Conversation from a cutscene featuring Yasuke and Nuno Caro from Assassin’s Creed Shadows

True sisterhood, the kind where you grew fingernails in the same womb, were pushed screaming through identical birth canals, is not the same as friendship. You don’t choose each other, and there’s no furtive period of getting to know the other. You’re part of each other, right from the start. Look at an umbilical cord–tough, sinuous, unlovely, yet essential–and compare it to a friendship bracelet of brightly woven thread.
Prologue, Blue Sisters by Coco Mellors

As a Black woman, race has always been a prominent part of my life. I have never been able to escape the fact that I am a black woman in a white supremacist country.
Introduction, So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo