”This brother here, myself and all of us herewere born with our hair like this and we just wear it like this because it’s natural. The reason for it, you might say, is like a new awareness among black people that their own natural appearance, physical appearance, is beautiful and it’s pleasing to them.” -Kathleen Cleaver
SLYTHERIN: “The men in the room suddenly realized that they did not want to know her better. She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.” -Neil Gaiman + Terry Pratchett (Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch.)
Adam finally sat down on one of the pews. Laying his cheek against the smooth back of it, he looked at Ronan. Strangely enough, Ronan belonged here, too, just as he had at the Barns. This noisy, lush religion had created him just as much as his father’s world of dreams; it seemed impossible for all of Ronan to exist in one person. Adam was beginning to realize that he hadn’t known Ronan at all. Or rather, he had known part of him and assumed it was all of him.