Sarah Campbell

“There was a time when I believed there was loss that could not be defined, that language had not caught up to death's enormity.”
― Jacqueline Woodson, Another Brooklyn

“And as we stood half circle in the bright school yard, we saw the lost and beautiful and hungry in each of us. We saw home.”
― Jacqueline Woodson, Another Brooklyn

“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

“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