“Let’s call my mood melancholy; let’s call it remembrance. Or maybe let’s call it longing. Yes, let’s call it longing instead.” — Shannon Celebi Longing Copy Share Image
“Of course, I rationalize the fear. I realize it’s not real, that my house isn’t burning down, that the deer aren’t going… — Shannon Celebi Copy Share Image
“She didn't tell him white folks couldn't love the same as coloreds. She couldn't love the same neither though, cuz more than… — Shannon Celebi Abolition Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, I feel my breath coming in shorter, quicker, spastic bursts, feel my heart threaten to thunder through my ribs, feel sweat… — Shannon Celebi Copy Share Image
“Using one’s beauty was the only way a smart girl could get by, at least that’s how it was back then, though… — Shannon Celebi Beauty Copy Share Image
“She dreamed of driving off bridges: into a lake beneath some twisting highway of her youth, into the reservoir on the country… — Shannon Celebi Bridges Copy Share Image
“I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house,… — Shannon Celebi Children Copy Share Image
“Once upon a long ago time I was a girl with hopeful halos in my eyes—not unlike you—not a typical beauty but… — Shannon Celebi Beautiful Copy Share Image
