Barb

“I consider Renny’s words and I look down at my black hands. “Do I have to write about being Black? What if I were an artist that only drew White characters? What would that say about me?” “What?” “I mean, White writers don’t have to write about being White. They can just write whatever books they want. But because I’m Black . . .” I pause to look at my hands and reaffirm that, yes, I really am Black. The story checks out. “. . . does that mean that I can only ever write about Blackness? Am I allowed to write about other things? Am I allowed to be something other than simply the color of my skin? I mean, I can’t quote it word for word, but isn’t that what the whole ‘I Have a Dream’ speech was about?”
― Jason Mott, Hell of a Book

“To love and be loved was more than could ever be expected, more than enough for a thousand ordinary lifetimes.”
― Chris Whitaker, All the Colors of the Dark

“A child is both an anchor and a set of wings. My old way of doing things was gone.”
― Mitch Albom, Finding Chika: A Little Girl, an Earthquake, and the Making of a Family

“What happened is baked into your bones, Edward. It lives under your skin. It’s not going away. It’s part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you’ve been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.”
― Ann Napolitano, Dear Edward