“Sickness burrowed deep inside you, and even if you were cured, even if you could be cured, you would never forget how it felt to be betrayed by your own body.” — 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… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
“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… — Brit Bennett Copy Share Image
