46 Quotes About Celeste-ng

If she were a white girl . . . none of this would ever have happened.

James remembers: long ago, when they were young and the worst thing they could imagine was not being together . . . That moment, that connection, seems far away and small now, like something that happened in another life.

If she cries . . . it won't be tears. It will be little drops of blood.

The way he hadn't even glanced at them, as if he were focused on something far-off on the horizon or deep, deep in the past.

Different has always been a brand on his forehead, blazoned there between the eyes. It has tinted his entire life, this word; it has left its smudgy fingerprints on everything.

. . . plugging her ears by filling her head with dreams.

The rush of things she wanted to say churned in her head.

Don't, she wanted to say, though she didn't know: don't what? She knew only that something was about to happen, and that nothing she could say or do would prevent it.

She knew that he was telling the truth, that this had been the truth for a long, long time.