Via

“She had to quickly pop back to the fifteenth century to find a word for how beautiful he was. The boy was makeless.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours

“what they’d been afraid of was running out of self. On the contrary the more they loved the more there was to love.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours

“According to Stendhal it takes about a year and a month to fall in love, all being well.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours

“She’d call Montse to come and judge how well the picture was progressing. "Look here," she’d say, indicating a faint shape in the corner of the frame. "Look here –" Her fingertips glided over a darkening of colour in the distance. She sketched with an effort that strained every limb. Montse saw that the Señora sometimes grew short of breath though she’d hardly stirred. A consequence of snatching images out of the air – the air took something back.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours