Megan

“It’s as though I miscarried all that glee we are entitled to in childhood.”
― Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

“How there's no going back to whatever version of me existed before ... I read Marguerite Duras's account of a river and its current, a girl, a lover, a mother, of memory's weakness for women and gold lame heels. Or when I was woken up by the news and this planet's despairing chorus-how it dislocates the heart and coaxes cynics and makes a mass out of individuals. Or whatever version of me existed before I met that boy whom I loved for one winter and well into spring, when the magnolias in early bloom looked not just pink but elaborate, ambient, and grand, like my insides were seeable-flowering so forcefully, like nature cautioning me: Durga, this won't last.”
― Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

“How many versions of happiness involve a smile? Are determined by feeling fulfilled?”
― Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood: Essays

“But even if this seed grows, even if the body lives, breathes, flourishes, there is no guarantee of reciprocation. Or that you’ll ever see them again.”
― Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water