48 Quotes by Shannon Celebi

You’re saying, “What the hell am I gonna do with her?” You’re saying, “Shit, did she take her pills?” You’re saying, “Once upon a time, I used to have a little girl.

She didn't tell him white folks couldn't love the same as coloreds. She couldn't love the same neither though, cuz more than half of her was white.

Instead, I opened my eyes to find the thing in front of my face, wafting dead horse breath across my chin and up my nose, its mouth like a gaping maw; its eyes, two giant wormholes, twisting and bending with some apparitional substance that could have been space and time if I’d known anything about physics.

Jeb'd said it was harder for a pretty girl to find work; even white men liked flowers, whether red or pink or blue.

Mama wasn't dead...exactly. They all said she was, but when Elma was small, she seen Mama creep into her room at night, half-naked, head all bloodied red like when they found her by the well that day, and Elma reckoned dead just meant pretendin' you couldn't move or breathe until nightfall when you got up and walked around like you was free.

I could say it all began with my mother.

She was no stripper with a heart of gold, that was for sure. A heart of steel, more like.

Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold.

Just write. That's my only tip. And read. I guess that's two.