Cheng

“Sarat envied the malleability of boys' bodies, the way they could, while still boys, cast their physical shapes forward into adulthood like reconnaissance scouts. All her life she'd had little interest in the working of boys' minds, which she imagined only as a set of flimsy pinwheels turning in the direction of obvious things. But she longed to have such a malleable, predictable body--one that could grow big and strong and yet not raise a single stranger's eyebrow.”
― Omar El Akkad, American War

“Our Vietnamese a time capsule, a mark of where your education ended. Ma, to speak in our mother tongue is to speak only partially in Vietnamese, but entirely in war.
That night I promise myself I'd never be wordless when you needed me to speak for you. So I began my career as our family's official interpreter. From then on, I would fill in our blanks, our silences, our stutters, whenever I could. I code switched. I took off our language and wore my English, like a mask, so that others would see my face, and therefore yours.

It's true that, in Vietnamese, we rarely say I love you, and when we do, it is almost always in English. Care and love, for us, are pronounced clearly through service...”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“She tried to hold his gaze, but she couldn't manage it. Looking away, she wondered how many millions of others were like them, waiting for war, all over the world waiting with different thoughts for it to come to them personally: to destroy the burden of their own identities, to give them jobs, to cut the umbilical cords that bound them to the past.”
― Hugh MacLennan

“When I was younger, I think what I wanted was to travel the world, to lead a glamorous life, to be celebrated for my work, to marry a great intellectual, to reject everything I had been raised with, to cut myself off from the narrow world. I feel very embarrassed by all that now, but I was lonely and unhappy, and I didn’t understand that these feelings were ordinary, that there was nothing singular about my loneliness, my unhappiness.”
― Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You