Camille

“One morning, a man's body lay on Awolowo Road. Another morning, The Island flooded and cars became gasping boats. Here, she felt, anything could happen, a ripe tomato could burst out of solid stone.”
― Adichi Ngozi Chimamanda

“He rooted through his pockets and pulled out a photo-booth headshot, which he smoothed with his fingertips as if he expected it to break into a smile.”
― Rachel Joyce, The Homemade God

“Don kept talking, his voice too larded in bonhomie, her dislike clawing at her throat.”
― Adichi Ngozi Chimamanda

“He gathered around him, I said, a group of misfits who were only children like himself, or men without fathers, or men who could not look a woman in the eye. Men who were seen smiling to themselves or had grown old when they were still young. Not one of you was normal, I said and I watched him push his plate of half-eaten food towards me as if he were a child in a tantrum.”
― Colm Tóibín