How We Fight For Our Lives Quotes

“I made myself a promise: Even if it meant becoming a stranger to my loved ones, even if it meant keeping secrets, I would have a life of my own.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“People don’t just happen. We sacrifice former versions of ourselves. We sacrifice the people who dared to raise us. The “I” it seems doesn’t exist until we are able to say, “I am no longer yours.” My grandmother and I, without knowing it, were faithfully following a script that had already been written for us. A woman raises a boy into a man, loving him so intensely that her commitment finally repulses him.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“Just as some cultures have a hundred words for 'snow,' there should be a hundred words in our language for all the ways a black boy can lie awake at night.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“Tears don't always just fall; sometimes they rip through you, like storm-painted gusts instead of mere raindrops.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“People don’t just happen. We sacrifice former versions of ourselves. We sacrifice the people who dared to raise us. The “I” it seems doesn’t exist until we are able to say, “I am no longer yours.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“A joke I used to repeat in those days was: Why be happy when you can be interesting? I knew how to be interesting. There was power in being a spectacle, even a miserable spectacle. The punch and the line. Interesting: sentences like serrated blades, laughter like machine-gun rounds, a drink in one hand, a borrowed cigarette in the other. If you could draw enough glances, any room could orbit around you.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“Being black can get you killed.

Being gay can get you killed.

Being a black gay boy is a death wish.

And one day, if you’re lucky, your life and death will become some artist’s new “project.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“The sons of single mothers inevitably encounter well-meaning family members who like to remind us of our role as "the man of the house." The statement usually made me wince, the way it implicitly merged the roles of son, father, and husband; the way it erased the grown woman to whom the house actually belonged.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“The sweetness we deny ourselves because the world is wailing.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“Maybe, a decade older than I was, he knew what I would eventually learn: it’s possible for two men to become addicted to the damage they do to each other.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“That night was the first time in my life I felt like the words “gay” and “alone” weren’t synonyms for each other.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“America was going to hate me for being black and gay, then I might as well make a weapon out of myself.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“Some songs take women places men cannot
follow.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“It seemed as if my life was waiting for me outside that room, like a polite guest I'd left behind at the table. It was rude to keep him waiting. It helped to think of my life as someone separate from me, a person who didn't deserve to be abandoned.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“Everyone has a lie we’re quietly waiting to believe.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“However many masks we invent and deploy, in the end, we cannot control what other people see when they look at us.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“Toni Morrison’s sentences were like rivers with murky bottoms. They didn’t obey the rules I was learning in school. When I stepped in, I couldn’t see my feet; I retreated back to the shore.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“I buried myself in the bodies of other men so I could feel something other than the depression that was rolling in like a fog bank.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“It was if I wanted credit for rescuing my mother from a fire that I had set and couldn’t put out. I wasn’t the man of the house; I was the kid who’d finally lit his first match.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“Who are you the morning after the most beautiful man you have ever kissed tries to kill you? And the morning after that? How about the following week?”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“I believed that I could control any story I told. If something happened, I could write about it, own it, resolve it. Simple. You could afford to be interesting, if you could pin everything to the page afterward.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“This place so coursing and vibrant that wonders would flash past whether you were watching or not. The city’s electric hum would stay with me. I knew I had to return to those streets and sidewalks, crowded with people who had found a way to be themselves.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“The first book that stopped me was for parents dealing with gay children. The introduction was worded like it was intended for readers coping with a late-stage cancer diagnosis. I put the book back on the shelf, wrong side out.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“I slipped on the forcefully carefree posture of the other boys around me. The existential shrug of young men afraid to admit that they’ve been touched by art, and that they want to be touched in that way again.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“In reality, I was a lanky, black, obvious teenager, obviously effeminate too, if given an opportunity to move or speak. But from a distance, maybe my body transformed, as the bodies of young black men are wont to do when stared at by white people in this country. Maybe my spine stretched itself into a basketball player’s posture, this stranger’s gaze giving me something I could never quite seem to give myself: the sense of being a real man, strong, even intimidating.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“Too much had happened for me to keep waking up surrounded by the lie of continuity.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“A man might still decide that when he looks at you, all he sees is a nigger, a faggot, or both.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“I though productivity was what survival looked like.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“...and because you’re young and don’t know the difference between abandoned and alone just like your mother’s heart won’t know the difference between beat and attack.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“If standing over the unconscious body of a man who, just moments before, had tried to bash my head in is the closest I will ever come to feeling like a god, I can say now that I understand how a god might look down at a mortal man and love him all the more, precisely because of his vulnerability. There was no part of Daniel left to hide from me. I’d seen how much he wanted another man; I’d seen the storm he’d been struggling his entire life to contain; I’d seen how much he feared and raged against himself; I’d seen so much more of myself in him than I ever could’ve expected when I first saw him. I didn’t know real men hurt the way I’d been hurting.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives