Sarah Campbell

“She tells you she loves you and now you know that you don't have to be the sum of your traumas, that multiple truths exist, that you love her too.”
― Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

“Ask: if flexing is being able to say the most in the fewest number of words, is there a greater flex than love?”
― Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

“My brother had the faith my father brought him to, and for a long time, I had Sylvia, Angela, and Gigi, the four of us sharing the weight of growing up Girl in Brooklyn, as though it was a bag of stones we passed among ourselves saying, Here. Help me carry this.”
― Jacqueline Woodson, Another Brooklyn

“You know that to love is both to swim and to drown. You know to love is to be a whole, partial, a joint, a fracture, a heart, a bone. It is to bleed and heal. It is to be in the world, honest. It is to place someone next to your beating heart, in the absolute darkness of your inner, and trust they will hold you close. To love is to trust, to trust is to have faith. How else are you meant to love? You knew what you were getting into, but taking the Underground, returning home with no certainty of when you will see her next, it is terrifying.”
― Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water