Quotes from Tina Chang

Where does God live if not in the shadows of struggle, marching next to the living, with battlements and a slogan, knowing faintly more than we do?

I chewed into the wreck of the world, into the neckbone of the past that pursued me. All the while, I moved toward extinction, bearing the burden of damage, language of the protector.

My mother was a mother of mothers, modern before she was ancestral. She was a woman who morphed into feline, back to her human self before I woke each morning.