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“From now on, when we board, each time we board, I will remind you to be terrified,' she says. 'And you remind me, too: this is not normal.'

'This is not normal.' Soledad nods.”
― Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt

“Lydia is constantly reminded that her education has no purchase here, that she has no access to the kind of information that has real currency on this journey. Among migrants, everyone knows more than she does. How do you find a coyote, make sure he's reputable, pay for your crossing, all without getting ripped off?”
― Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt

“Fear is one of my belongings. Fear will always be a part of any belonging, anywhere, that I ever do, for the rest of my life. I fought hard, to get here to your country. And the first thing you did when I arrived was hand me a letter saying, "Welcome to a country in which you are not welcome. You are now a designated unwelcome person with whom we will do as we please.”
― Ali Smith, Spring

“We move from one invisibility to another.”
― Ali Smith, Spring

“There is no loneliness like the loneliness of a stranger in a strange city.”
― Helon Habila, Travelers

“No one can stay in a brutal, bloodstained place.”
― Jeanine Cummins, American Dirt

“Jump there with me - on top of the stretcher, the man between your legs, your hands pumping his heart. Do not fear the clatter of wheels, the bumps and slopes in corridors. It is only turbulence.”
― Romalyn Ante, Antiemetic for Homesickness

“También de este lado hay sueños.”
― Janine Cummings

“Gilbert sucked on his teeth to return this man’s scorn. “You know what your trouble is, man?â€� he said. “Your white skin. You think it makes you better than me. You think it give you the right to lord it over a black man. But you know what it make you? You wanâ€� know what your white skin make you, man? It make you white. That is all, man. White. […] listen to me, man, we both just finish fighting a war—a bloody war—for the better world we wanâ€� see. And on the same side—you and me. […] But still, after all that we suffer together, you wanâ€� tell me I am worthless and you are not.”
― Andrea Levy, Small Island

“Humanity is fundamentally a story of migration.”
― Laila Lalami, Conditional Citizens: On Belonging in America

“Migration is a process to escape from the unsatisfactory situation .”
― Uruj Shahid

“A chipped concrete bunker shaped like an infantryman’s helmet was tilted insolently on a mound at the track’s edge.”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Migrant

“Even though this book examines a singular period of history, it reveals the manifold differences and conflicts that exist within even a small segment of one city's population. As the stories of "hot" and "cold" war experiences show, to label all the people of a country or culture as the same is a folly with potentially global consequences. This alone is a valuable lesson of the Shanghai exodus, a simple insight that bears repeating, especially when migrants and refugees everywhere are still often painted in one dismissive stroke.”
― Helen Zia, Last Boat Out of Shanghai: The Epic Story of the Chinese Who Fled Mao's Revolution

“While two and a half million Europeans had migrated to all of the Americas between 1500 and 1800, the same number - two and a half million - arrived specifically in the United States between 1845 and 1854 alone.”
― Jill Lepore, These Truths: A History of the United States

“As they climbed towards Delphi, the cypress trees lined the road like javelin heads, and when they passed its sanctuary of Apollo, a place pagans once thought of as the navel of the world, the light was beginning to fade with the sunâ€�”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Migrant

“Many years later, people would forget about the quiet successes of everyday people like Ida Mae. In the debates to come over welfare and pathology, American would overlook people like her in its fixation with the underclass, just as a teacher can get distracted by the two or three problem children at the expense of the quiet, obedient ones. Few experts trained their sights on the unseen masses of migrants like her, who worked from the moment they arrived, didn’t end up on welfare, stayed married because that’s what God-fearing people of their generation did whether they were happy or not, and managed not to get strung out on drugs or whiskey or a cast of nameless, no-count men.”
― Isabel Wilkerson, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration

“Suddenly the semipalmated plovers startle, then lift, swirling off in one smooth oscillation. They bank out over the water, stream up over the horizon, then arch backward in a long graceful curve, as if they were being sculpted by the wind. They return as abruptly as they left, falling out of the sky like drops of rain.~~The Black Swan”
― Ann Batterson

“Promise me you will pass on the story of the first woman -- in whatever form you wish. It was given to me by women in captivity. They lived an awful state of migration, my grandmothers. Telling origin stories was their act of resistance. I only added on a bit here and a bit there. Stories are critical, Kirabo,' she added thoughtfully. 'The minute we fall silent, someone will fill the silence for us.”
― Jennifer Nansubuga Makumbi, A Girl Is a Body of Water

“Cemeteries are deceptive places. You go there for quiet remembering and find yourself assailed by noisy questions. If Mr. Wong didn't turn his back on his homeland, if he didn't forget it or forsake it, what then did he feel about becoming a Canadian citizen? Was it a statement of belonging?”
― Susan Crean, Finding Mr. Wong

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― Jonathan De Vere

“I can believe almost anything-
that we began
as thoughts an ocean away carried as seeds or smog or trash
across the water
by capital by will by God
or
we began
as crumbs ferried in the beaks of
waxwings birds of paradise
we began
as birds ourselves-
migration
instinct.
Pins pierce dots and blocks of color
to yoke memory to cartography:
we've scattered across the world.
Tiny planets
mark crumbs
entire lives spun
along axes imperceptible
to souls never moved by the wind.”
― Michelle Peñaloza, Former Possessions of the Spanish Empire

“. . . in other words near the settlement of El Obelisco, which was neither a village nor exactly a suburb of Santa Teresa, but a way station for the poorest of the poor who came each day from the south, people who slept there at night and even died in hovels that they didn't think of as homes but as one more stop along the road to something different or at least a place where they would be fed.”
― Roberto Bolaño, 2666

“How might mainstream feminist activism help or hinder other social justice projects, for instance around class inequality, race discrimination, migrantsâ€� rights and transgender inclusion? When violent men and governments profess their concern for ‘women’s safetyâ€�, how should feminists respond?”
― Alison Phipps, Me, Not You: The Trouble with Mainstream Feminism

“Jude leant on the hotel balcony railing looking down over the rooftops of central Athens. Below him was a dense plantation of TV aerials, and a building with air-con units slung on the side like finger holds up a climbing wall.”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Migrant

“Saeed for his part wished he could do something for Nadia, could protect her
from what would come, even if he understood, at some level, that to love is to
enter into the inevitability of one day not being able to protect what is most
valuable to you. He thought she deserved better than this, but he could see no
way out, for they had decided not to run, not to play roulette with yet another
departure. To flee forever is beyond the capacity of most: at some point even a
hunted animal will stop, exhausted, and await its fate, if only for a while.
“What do you think happens when you die?� Nadia asked him.
“You mean the afterlife?�
“No, not after. When. In the moment. Do things just go black, like a phone
screen turning off? Or do you slip into something strange in the middle, like
when you’re falling asleep, and you’re both here and there?�
Saeed thought that it depended on how you died. But he saw Nadia seeing
him, so intent on his answer, and he said, “I think it would be like falling asleep.
You’d dream before you were gone.”
― Mohsin Hamid, Exit West

“Always, from the first time he went there to see Eros and the lights, that circus have a magnet for him, that circus represent life, that circus is beginning and the ending of the world. Every time he go there, he have the same feeling like when he see it the first night, drink coca-cola, any time is guinness time, bovril and the fireworks, a million flashing lights, gay laughter, the wide doors of theatres, the huge posters, everready batteries, rich people going into tall hotels, people going to the theatre, people sitting and standing and walking and talking and laughing and buses and cars and Galahad Esquire, in all this, standing there in the big city, in London. Oh Lord.”
― Sam Selvon, The Lonely Londoners

“Home: it didn’t just seem as if home was a long way away,
it actually felt as if the whole concept of home was strange, a thing you used to believe in,
an ideology you’d once been passionate about but had now abandoned.
Home: the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
Somebody had said that. But once you had spent time on
the Wall, you stop believing in the idea that anybody, ever, has no choice but to take you in.
Nobody has to take you in. They can choose to, or not. (p. 54)”
― John Lanchester, The Wall

“The gyrfalcon Dan flew that day was a bird of the year who was just learning to hunt. When he brought her out, I shook my head at the size of her. She was massive; Dan had aptly named her Jabba the Hut. As with all falcons, female gyrfalcons are a third larger than the males. ... She thought that she was a person and treated Dan as her mate.This gave new meaning to the term "henpecked.”
― Dan O'Brien, The Rites of Autumn

“If all the black land-owners who had ever held land here had kept it or left it in the hands of black men, the Negroes would have owned nearer thirty thousand acres than the fifteen thousand they now hold. And yet these fifteen thousand acres are a creditable showing,—a proof of no little weight of the worth and ability of the Negro people. If they had been given an economic start at Emancipation, if they had been in an enlightened and rich community which really desired their best good, then we might perhaps call such a result small or even insignificant. But for a few thousand poor ignorant field-hands, in the face of poverty, a falling market, and social stress, to save and capitalize two hundred thousand dollars in a generation has meant a tremendous effort. The rise of a nation, the pressing forward of a social class, means a bitter struggle, a hard and soul-sickening battle with the world such as few of the more favored classes know or appreciate.

Out of the hard economic conditions of this portion of the Black Belt, only six per cent of the population have succeeded in emerging into peasant proprietorship; and these are not all firmly fixed, but grow and shrink in number with the wavering of the cotton-market. Fully ninety-four per cent have struggled for land and failed, and half of them sit in hopeless serfdom. For these there is one other avenue of escape toward which they have turned in increasing numbers, namely, migration to town.”
― W. E. B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk

“South of Larissa the landscape began to change. Jude watched an irrigation machine like a giant stick insect creeping over a field, and a tractor racing across another, raking up a dust cloud behind in a brown jet stream.”
― Paul Alkazraji, The Migrant