Half of a Yellow Sun

"This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles"

"Is love this misguided need to have you beside me most of the time? Is love this safety I feel in our silences? Is it this belonging, this completeness?"

"There are some things that are so unforgivable that they make other things easily forgivable."

"This is our world, although the people who drew this map decided to put their own land on top of ours. There is no top or bottom, you see."

"The truth has become an insult."

"Then she wished, more rationally, that she could love him without needing him. Need gave him power without his trying; need was the choicelessness she often felt around him."