Bodies of Work Quotes

“Don't apologize. Never apologize. We need to hold on to our stories. Don't forget.
We are though, aren't we? Forgetting? Fading? What's going to happen to us?
Only time will tell.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Bodies of Work

“The soldiers rummaged through the guts every girl and boy before bringing out their bowels, decorating the surrounding trees with the child's insides.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Bodies of Work

“This happens everywhere. Women vanish. People forget their names, and their disappearances barely demand our attention.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Bodies of Work

“The heat in his muscles mounts, rising in temperature as the very fibers begin to tear. The sinew snaps, severing their nerve endings, like fabric ripping all along his body.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Bodies of Work

“A lingering fetid stench, the cindered hint of burnt flesh drifting through the air.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Bodies of Work

“So dark. No light. No air!”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Bodies of Work

“Who she is? Who any of us were in this world, matters very little to him.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Bodies of Work