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“He shut his eyes. But he¡¯d waited for death to come before. He remembered this now - he knew death. Not so abruptly, no, not so violently. But the memory of waiting to fade was still locked in his bones; memories of a stale, hot room, of paralysis, of dreaming about the end. He remembered the stillness. The peace. As the windows smashed in, Robin shut his eyes and imagined his mother¡¯s face. She smiles. She says his name.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“They can't say her name in his presence. He's never made this a rule. But for some reason, none of them dare.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Drowning Faith

“We're here to make magic with words”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel

“Reading lets us live in someone else¡¯s shoes. Literature builds bridges; it makes our world larger, not smaller.”
― R.F. Kuang, Yellowface