That’s because racism isn’t just about hate. We all have biases, even if don’t think we do. It’s because racism is also about who has power…and who has access to it.
That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?
Suffering so someone else didn't have to suffer. Sacrificing your body for someone else's well being.
Sometimes all it takes to become human again is someone who can see you that way, no matter how you present on the surface.
Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.
Someone real, I hear myself saying. Someone who never has to pretend, and who I never have to pretend around. Someone who's smart, but knows how to laugh at himself. Someone who would listen to a symp...
Shooting stars are not stars at all. They're just rocks that enter the atmosphere and catch fire under friction. What we wish on, when we see one, is only a trail of debris.
She was the only one for whom the house didn't have to be cleaned, for whom she didn't have to wear her makeup, and around whom she could say anything without fear of repercussions, or of looking trul...
She had smiled her way through the births andhad offered the new mothers the support and the medical care that they needed, but the momentshe’d sent them on their way, cutting that last umbilical cord...
Regret hung from the hem of everyone's lives, a rip cord reminder that what you want is not always what you get. Look at himself, outliving Aimee. Or Az, trying to find his daughter, only to have her...
Recollections are in the eye of the beholder. No two held side by side can ever quite match.
Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said.She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and he...
People move too fast and talk too much, and before you know it, they come back to a place they don't want to be - except now they know there's nowhere left to run.
People always want to know what it feels like, so I’ll tell you: there’s a sting when you first slice, and then your heart speeds up when you see the blood, because you know you’ve done something you...
Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than to hurt someone with the truth.
Outside, the moon is a silver sliver. Every night, the shadow eats a slice of it, until it’s nothing but this hollow rind. I feel the same way; with each day, I lose a little more of myself.
Our eyes meet in the mirror but neither of us speaks; we are afraid that whatever words we pick won't be able to bear the weight of what's happened.
One person's trauma is another's loss of innocence.
One day, you look in the mirror, and see gray hair. One day, you realize there is less of your life left than what you’ve already lived. And you think, How did this happen so fast? It was only yesterd...
Once upon a time there were two sisters. One of them was really, really strong, and one of them wasn't.' You looked at me. 'Your turn.'I rolled my eyes. 'The strong sister went outside into the rain a...