“My love language is saying no and having them listen to me.”

Sometimes the thing that destroys you also kisses you on the forehead.

If home is where the heart is, then I don’t know where to go.

As you buy tampons you will be hit with the realization that you’re still paying in blood.

She spends an eternity as shelter for men who curse her when the storm passes.

When a black girl dies; the last thing to decompose is her heart.

Alone is the safest I have ever felt.

These hands keep a score of everything.

I poured myself from an empty cup but you weren’t even thirsty.

Brown girls are not band aids for your pain.

I am just a bunch of bad decisions glued together.

You look most like your father when you smile. It’s your ultimate betrayal.

You are a multiple choice exam and I have circled all the wrong answers.

Heaven is not something you need to die to get to.

Black don’t crack: It does bruise, though. It does rupture into a new sky.

I wish I was as good at love as I am at falling apart.

I am always becoming a new tragedy. Trading one torture for another. Forever versatile in this becoming.

The world is God’s language to us.

Math is the language of the universe. So the more equations you know, the more you can converse with the cosmos.

Music is a world within itself, with a language we all understand.

I usually mug up my Telugu dialogues much before going to the sets every day.

A mind enclosed in language is in prison.

Silence is God’s first language.

I like the concentration, the crush; I like working with language, as others like working with clay, or notes.

I know how to say ‘no’ in twelve languages. That’s enough for a woman.