When things fall apart, the children of the land scurry and scatter like birds escaping a burning sky. - NoViolet Bulawayo

If Messenger would be to open his mouth right now, his voice would be a terrible wound.

I think the reason they are my relatives now is they are from my country too - it's like the country has become a real family since we are in America, which is not our country.

I used to be very afraid of graveyards and death and such things, but not anymore. There is just no sense of being afraid when you live so near the graves; it would be like the tongue fearing the teeth.