“He believed in nothing. Which is why his departures and his pursuit of the most intense feelings and acts were so radical, so deep and honest. The truth of life was perfectly clear to him. Nothing was made, every new… — 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
