Alice Mutasa

“Martin was very blunt with the ladies, no messing around: ‘Are you interested, love? Otherwise I’ve got a pie in the oven.’ He was a charmer.”
― Lenny Henry, Who Am I, Again?

“You look for your faces, your history, some representation, anywhere—and you have to sort of take what you can get, badly done as it is. I got tired. No one was going to write our stories. How could I only write about the English moors and fantastical places and wait for an outsider to misrepresent my people? I want to write about those places, but I’m not going to wait for someone to write about my home. I’m going to make a lot of mistakes probably, not out of malice or deliberate ignorance, not out of lying—but I’d rather make my own mistakes than get angry when others do it for us. I’m not looking to wow or shock readers with what I write, or creating an uproar. What I care about is not being deliberately or accidentally unkind to others, or to further alienate those who are already being alienated.”
― Khadija Abdalla Bajaber

“Is it about a bicycle?”
― Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman

“You feeling the thing that in my mother, and her mother and hers, calling to the thing that is you, and in your daughter (...), and in her daughter and hers.”
― Ayanna Lloyd Banwo, When We Were Birds