"Most days I wish I was a British pound coin instead of an African girl." Chapter 1, pg. 1

"The English countryside stretched away to the horizon. Soft mist was hanging in the valleys, and the tops of the low hills were gold in the morning sun, and I smiled because the whole world was fresh and new and bright." Chapter 1, pg. 20

"Finally it was Little Bee who went down into the grave and held up my son for other hands to haul out." Chapter 2, pg. 43

"If the men come suddenly I will be ready to kill myself. Do you feel sorry for me, for thinking always in this way? If the men come and they find you not ready, then it will be me who is feeling sorry for you." Chapter 3, pg. 47

"It was exhausting, prospecting for grief like this, unsure if grief was even there to be found...