Shannon

“It was as if her broken edges fit my own.”
― Trey Holt, Bottomland

“That was the beginning of her abstraction.”
― Alice Walker, Meridian

“Spanish moss draggled bloody to the ground; amen corners creaked with grief; and the thrill of being able, once again, to endure unendurable loss produced so profound an ecstasy in mourners that they strutted, without noticing their feet, along the thin backs of benches: their piercing shouts of anguish and joy never interrupted by an inglorious fall.”
― Alice Walker, Meridian

“there because of her brilliance but only tolerated because it was clear she was one, too, on whom true Ladyhood would never be conferred.”
― Alice Walker, Meridian