The Invention of Wings

by Sue Monk Kidd

The sorry truth is you can walk your feet to blisters, walk till kingdom-come, and you never will outpace your grief.

I have one mind for the master to see. I have another mind for what I know is me.

I listened and thought to myself, White folks think you care about everything in the world that happens to them, every time they stub their toe.

“To remain silent in the face of evil is itself a form of evil.”