“Grief was an actual weight, he thought. It felt like a physical burden. You carried it with you all day, unsheddable. Your shoulders, by nightfall, felt dragged down." p 320” — Roxana Robinson Copy Share Image
“Rage was an essential part of slavery. Rage will allow us to forget our own humanity. Without rage, we will recognize another person as… — Roxana Robinson Copy Share Image
“She's my retirement gift, the platinum watch for being a mother." " This fortunate position - the one you couldn't apply for - is… — Roxana Robinson Copy Share Image
“Aunt Hattie, when you wrote that book, I imagine you were thinking of something radical: the abolition of slavery itself. You were only one… — Roxana Robinson Copy Share Image
“It was like hearing customs from an undiscoverd race: what men thought was unimaginable....She wondered if all human activity were like this, everything, every… — Roxana Robinson Copy Share Image
“A writer is like a tuning fork: We respond when we’re struck by something. The thing is to pay attention, to be ready for… — Roxana Robinson Copy Share Image
“The crimes you paid for as a parent: excruciating, to be blamed for something you'd never dreamt of doing, or huring someone you'd give… — Roxana Robinson Copy Share Image
“He couldn't fit the two things together. It gave him a jagged, unfinished feeling, like the first pinprick of heartbreak, a tiny pointed lance… — Roxana Robinson Copy Share Image
“Grief was an actual weight, he thought. It felt like a physical burden. You carried it with you all day, unsheddable. Your shoulders, by… — Roxana Robinson Copy Share Image
