“After all, before you could play a song, you had to learn each note of the scale. A newspaper article was made up of smaller words. Even baking a cake required smaller steps, like cracking eggs in a bowl or… — Brit Bennett Copy Share
“Claudie wrinkled her nose. 'I don't think anyone would buy a ticket to see me perform,' she said. Selma laughed. 'What do you mean?' she asked. 'You have a lovely voice.' 'Not like yours,' Claudie said. 'It doesn't have to… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“She always felt nervous around strange men, even though she’d known the man who’d hurt her. If a man who knew you could hurt… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“but somehow, his seeing her afraid was an intimacy she could not bear.” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“If you couldn't know the person whose body was your first home, then who could you ever know?” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“Could you be nostalgic for a friendship that wasn't over yet or did the fact that you were nostalgic mean that it already was?” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“These were the moments when adulthood was formed, not a birthday but the realization that she was now the one pouring a handful of… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“Would they ever spend time like that together again? Could you be nostalgic for a friendship that wasn’t over yet or did the fact… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“magic you wanted was a miracle, magic you didn’t want was a haunting.” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“After all, before you could play a song, you had to learn each note of the scale. A newspaper article was made up of smaller words. Even baking a cake required smaller steps, like cracking eggs in a bowl or measuring out flour. Maybe Claudie had been going about this all wrong. Maybe if she focused on the smaller steps,… — Brit Bennett Copy Share
“Now they were slow and deliberate, the way hurt people loved, stretching carefully just to see how far their damaged muscles could go.” — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“that type of secret, although, we have to admit, it had felt different. Tasted different too. All good secrets have a taste before you… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“That’s the problem with you brothas,” Bill said. “You got lazy. You know why? Because you know these young sistas will pick up the… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“She felt the sly type of racism here, longer waits for tables, white girls who expected her to walk on the slushy part of the sidewalk, a drunk boy outside a salsa club yelling that she was pretty for a black girl. In a way, subtle racism was worse because it made you feel crazy. You were always left wondering,… — Brit Bennett Copy Share
