Top 400 Brit Bennett Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “You could live a life this way, split. As long as you knew who was in charge.”

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102. “The key to staying lost was to never love anything. This was his gift, a short-memory. A long memory could drive a man crazy.”

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103. “The drugs bothered Stella less than the indiscretion. Only a lazy girl would get caught, and her daughter was clever but lazy, blissfully unaware of how hard her mother worked to maintain the lie that was her life.”

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104. “You know what your problem is?” a director had told her once. “You consider yourself your most fascinating subject.” She’d always thought everyone felt like a lead character onstage, surrounded by sidekicks and villains and love interests. She still couldn’t tell which bit role Jude was playing in her life, but she wasn’t even registering in Jude’s.”

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105. “Eventually remembering turned into imagining. How slight the difference was between the two.”

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106. “She had never imagined that Stella kept big secrets from her. Not Stella, who’d slept beside her, whose thoughts ran like a current between them, whose voice she heard in her own head.”

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107. “You can escape a town, but you cannot escape blood.”

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108. “But what had changed about her? Nothing, really. She hadn’t adopted a disguise or even a new name. She’d walked in a colored girl and left a white one. She had become white only because everyone thought she was.”

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109. “On the road from El Dorado, Therese Anne Carter became Reese.”

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110. “She was never up to anything, of course, her days blending together into a sameness that she later found comforting. No surprises, no sudden anger, no man holding her one moment, then hitting her the next. Now life was steady.”

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111. “Being white wasn’t the most exciting part. Being anyone else was the thrill. To transform into a different person in plain sight, nobody around her even able to tell. She’d never felt so free.”

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112. “Important men became martyrs, unimportant ones victims. The important men were given televised funerals, public days of mourning. Their deaths inspired the creation of art and the destruction of cities. But unimportant men were killed to make the point that they were unimportant – that they were not even men – and the world continued on.”

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113. “For a second, Stella wondered if she’d realized her secret. She almost wished Loretta had. It scared her, how badly she wanted to belong to somebody.”

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114. “Went to find myself, she wrote. I’m safe. Don’t worry about me. The language bothered Stella most of all. You didn’t just find a self out there waiting – you had to make one. You had to create who you wanted to be.”

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115. “A place was not solid, Early had learned that already. A town was jelly, forever molding around your memories.”

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116. “Look at this, look at that, she must have been such a good girl this year! Unlike all those rotten poor children staring at empty trees who must have deserved it, bad because they were poor, poor because they were bad.”

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117. “Still, each morning, she took a deep breath, tied her apron, fixed her face into a smile. She thought of her daughter and swallowed her humiliation. She bit her tongue even during her first week, when she’d stepped out of the kitchen to find Early Jones sitting at the counter.”

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118. “If her daughter didn’t feel like she was really hers, then nothing about her life was real.”

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119. “Aubrey wondered if they were the only ones who felt they didn’t know their mothers. Maybe mothers were inherently vast and unknowable.”

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120. “Memory works that way – like seeing forward and backward at the same time.”

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121. “You could never know who might hurt you until it was too late.”

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122. “She had become white because it was practical, so practical that, at the time, her decision seemed laughably obvious. Why wouldn’t you be white if you could be?”

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123. “The hardest part about becoming someone else was deciding to. The rest was only logistics.”

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124. “In Socorro, he began wrapping his chest in a white bandage, and by Las Cruces, he’d learned to walk again, legs wide, shoulders square. He told himself that it was safer to hitchhike this way, but the truth was that he’d always been Reese. By Tucson, it was Therese who felt like a costume. How real was a person if you could shed her in a thousand miles?”

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125. “Stella would tell her because the woman was leaving; in hours, she’d vanish from this part of the city and Stella’s life forever. She’d tell her because, in spite of everything, Loretta was her only friend in the world. Because she knew that, if it came down to her word versus Loretta’s, she would always be believed. And knowing this, she felt, for the first time, truly white.”

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126. “All of her blessings had come so easily in the beginning of her life, and she’d spent the back half losing them all.”

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127. “People lived in bodies that were largely unknowable. Some things you could never learn about yourself – some things nobody could learn about you until after you died.”

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128. “If nakedness would not reveal who you were, then what would?”

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129. “Besides, Jude wasn’t like Sam either. She was, in a way, like Stella. Private, like if she told you anything about herself, she was giving away something she could never get back.”

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130. “Her father had punched walls, he smashed dishes, and even once his own eyeglasses, hurling them across the living room at the door. To be so angry that you’d make yourself blind. Strange, and yet so normal to her then in a way she wouldn’t fully realize until she was older.”

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131. “Instead, after a year, the twins scattered, their lives splitting as evenly as their shared egg. Stella became white and Desiree married the darkest man she could find.”

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132. “Then she put on a big Charity Harris smile, opening the door. She would disappear inside herself, inside these empty homes where nobody actually lived. As the room filled with strangers, she always found her mark, guiding a couple through the kitchen, pointing out the light fixtures, backsplash, high ceilings. “Imagine your life here,” she said. “Imagine who you could be.”

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133. “In New Orleans, Stella split in two. She didn’t notice it at first because she’d been two people her whole life: she was herself and she was Desiree.”

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134. “In Blake’s mind, her life before him had been tragic, her whole family swallowed up. She preferred him to think of her that way. Blank. A curtain hung between her past and present and she could never peek behind it. Who knows what might scuttle through?”

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135. “They’re gonna hate me anyway,” Loretta said. “Might as well hate me in my big house with all of my nice things.”

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136. “Once you mixed with common blood, you were common forever.”

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137. “She was one of the lucky ones. A husband who adored her, a happy daughter, a beautiful home.”

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138. “But then Desiree felt hated and Stella felt ignored. That was the problem: you could never love two people the exact same way.”

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139. “He’d always wondered what the inside of the doll might look like. For some reason, he’d thought the cotton would be brown.”

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140. “Jude Winston’s hometown, which had never been a town at all, no longer existed.”

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141. “Losing a twin. Must be like losing half of yourself.”

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142. “A body could be labeled but a person couldn’t, and the difference between the two depended on that muscle in your chest.”

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143. “They made up lots of jokes, and once, well into her forties, she would recite a litany of them at a dinner party in San Francisco. Bet cockroaches call you cousin. Bet you can’t find your own shadow. She was amazed by how well she remembered. At that party, she forced herself to laugh, even though she’d found nothing funny at the time. The jokes were true. She was black.”

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144. “You don’t have to explain anything to me,” she would say. “It’s your life.” “But it’s not,” Stella would say. “None of it belongs to me.” “Well, you chose it,” Loretta would tell her. “So that makes it yours.”

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145. “Nobody had warned her of this as a girl, when they carried on over her beautiful light complexion – how easily her skin would wear the mark of an angry man.”

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146. “She was twenty-four then, still romanced by the idea of her own suffering.”

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147. “No way those girls could have turned out halfway normal. As far as he was concerned, both were a little crazy, Desiree perhaps the nuttiest of all. Playing white to get ahead was just good sense. But marrying a dark man? Carrying his blueblack child? Desiree Vignes had courted the type of trouble that would never leave.”

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148. “Inside the empty diner, Jude sat at the counter, reading a book. She was always reading, always alone.”

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149. “She leaned against the counter, watching the girl drink, searching her face for anything that reminded her of her daughters. But she could only see the child’s evil daddy. Hadn’t she told Desiree that a dark man would be no good to her? Hadn’t she tried to warn her all her life? A dark man would trample her beauty. He’d love it at first but like anything he desired and could never attain, he would soon grow to resent it. Now he was punishing her for it.”

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150. “TV loves a black woman judge,” Pam told her. “It’s funny – can you imagine what this world would look like if we decided what’s fair?”

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