Tananarive Due

How ironic it was that mortals, who had the least time of all, were willing to waste so much of it away from the people they love.

— Tananarive Due

In a cold place, there's no such thing as today, just tomorrow. Will it snow tomorrow? Will it be sunny tomorrow?

— Tananarive Due

...dim light bled through the threadbare curtains she recognized in the window, the ones with patterns of fish Mom had found at a garage sale with Joy a million years ago. Or yesterday. Time was a mystery and a lie since Mom had died.

— Tananarive Due