Miwa

“We believe the one who has power. He is the one who gets to write the story. So when you study history, you must ask yourself, Whose story am I missing? Whose voice was suppressed so that this voice could come forth? Once you have figured that out, you must find that story too. From there you get a clearer, yet still imperfect, picture.”
― Yaa Gyasi, Homegoing

“This is what you must remember: the ending of one story is just the beginning of another. This has happened before, after all. People die. Old orders pass. New societies are born. When we say “the world has ended,” it’s usually a lie, because the planet is just fine. But this is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. For the last time.”
― N.K. Jemisin, The Fifth Season

“She not black, she mulatto. Mulatto, mulatto, mulatto. Maybe she be family to both and to hurt white man just as bad as hurting black man…..Maybe if she start to think that she not black or white, then she won’t have to care about neither man’s affairs. Maybe if she don’t care what other people think she be and start think about what she think she be, maybe she can rise over backra and nigger business, since neither ever mean her any good. Since the blood that run through her both black and white, maybe she be her own thing. But what thing she be?”
― Marlon James, The Book of Night Women

“You die. You get old and die. Your anger curdles, your grief dries,
your talent fades on the page. Your cells metastasise into an army
dedicated to the overthrow of you. You become dependent on paid
strangers for the maintenance of your blood and your brittle bones.
You understand that thought is the enemy, the source of all lesions,
tumours, and sarcomas; then thought becomes flesh becomes the
emblem of your shame.”
― Jeet Thayil, The Book of Chocolate Saints