“..would I have had a different life failing this embrace with broken things, iridescent veins, ecstatic bullets, small cracks in the brain, would I know these particular facts, how a phrase scars a cheek, how water dries love out, this,… — Dionne Brand Copy Share Image
If I see someone I see the ghost of them, the air around them, and where they’ve been. If I see a city I… — Dionne Brand Copy Share Image
“The sea sounded like a thousand secrets, all whispered at the same time.” — Dionne Brand Copy Share Image
I felt the unordinary romance of / women who love women for the first time. — Dionne Brand Copy Share Image
People here believe in uncontrollable passion, in mad rages, and in the brusque inevitability of death. — Dionne Brand Copy Share Image
“..would I have had a different life failing this embrace with broken things, iridescent veins, ecstatic bullets, small cracks in the brain, would I… — Dionne Brand Copy Share Image
“And on the sidewalks, after they've emerged from the stations, after being sandpapered by the jostling and scraping that a city like this does,… — Dionne Brand Copy Share Image
“Angie was a border crosser, a wetback, a worker in the immigrant sweatshop they call this city. On days like this I understand her… — Dionne Brand Copy Share Image
“There were Italian neighbourhood and Vietnamese neighbourhoods in this city; there are Chinese ones and Ukrainian ones and Pakistani ones and Korean ones and… — Dionne Brand Copy Share Image
“I run each morning, two, three, sometimes four kilometers. Part of March, all of April, all of May. I can’t run five. I am… — Dionne Brand Copy Share Image
“It is not the job of writers to life our spirits. Books simply do what they do. They sometimes confirm the capricious drama of… — Dionne Brand Copy Share Image
