Shannon

“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

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

“Because I know. Grown-up white men don’t want to pretend to be anything else. Not even for a minute.”
― Alice Walker, Meridian

“I couldn’t give a shit about being burned—right now, I’d gladly turn to ash.”
― Corinne Michaels, Beloved