The Book of Flora (The Road to Nowhere, #3)

by Meg Elison

Destruction is easy. Creation is so much harder.

Destruction is common. Creation is rare.

Now I see that if I do not carry my past with me, it will wrap itself around my ankles and drag me down. There is no living without it. There is no pretending I am not the sum of all these things.

“I notice that I’m the only woman here that you don’t call Sister,” Flora said quietly, turning to leave. “And while I’m gone, maybe you and your god can both learn my name.”

"you and your god can both learn my name" goes so hard

We don’t stay free because of something we did once. We stay free because we fight our way free every day.

People will believe anything if you don’t teach them how to reason for themselves.