Candice

“I had no epiphany, no singular revelation, no moment of truth, but a steady accumulation of a thousand slights, a thousand indignities and a thousand unremembered moments produced in me an anger, a rebelliousness, a desire to fight the system that imprisoned my people. There was no particular day on which I said, Henceforth I will devote myself to the liberation of my people; instead, I simply found myself doing so, and could not do otherwise.”
― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom

“Then for a moment like so many times before this I lost the words. Watched them drop . . . No. Dissipate . . . from the air between us. Dissipate. The word has shown up on my SAT prep tests again and again until it landed in this room with us. Between my mother. And me.”
― Jacqueline Woodson, Red at the Bone

“I swallowed at once envying and adoring all the ways in which the word lovely could refer to my mother. So strange still, how different we were.”
― Jacqueline Woodson, Red at the Bone

“Bro, how you doing? You holding on?

Man, you know how it goes.
One day chicken. Next day bone.
Two old men talking”
― Jacqueline Woodson, Red at the Bone