Chinwe

“Dying, finds Lala, is something like surfing a rainbow with very bright colors in all shapes and forms, dancing out of a point that is perpetually spilling them so that you are forever traveling forward on swaths of billowing reds and blues but never really getting anywhere, just forever traveling toward a tiny hole where all the color originates and where it ends. She wonders whether this is how her daughter must have felt when she was dying—the glorious, giddy kaleidoscope hurtling toward a hole that inexplicably remains the same distance away. Lala thinks that if, perhaps, to die means the eternal roller coaster of color, the giddy dance on blues and greens and reds and purples, then—possibly—to kill could be a kindness.”
― Cherie Jones, How the One-Armed Sister Sweeps Her House

“You understand that if you must learn to love a man, he is probably not the man you should be loving.”
― Cherie Jones, How the One-Armed Sister Sweeps Her House

“She’d tell her because, in spite of everything, Loretta was her only friend in the world. Because she knew that, if it came down to her word versus Loretta’s, she would always be believed. And knowing this, she felt, for the first time, truly white.”
― Brit Bennett, The Vanishing Half

“Life is a wonderful, mesmerizing, magical, fun, silly thing. And humans are astounding. We all know we’re going to die, and yet we still live. We shout and curse and care when the full bin bag breaks, yet with every minute that passes we edge closer to the end. We marvel at a nectarine sunset over the M25 or the smell of a baby’s head or the efficiency of flat-pack furniture, even though we know that everyone we love will cease to exist one day. I don’t know how we do it.”
― Dolly Alderton, Everything I Know About Love