" got up and went out to the verandah; the sudden hot air, the roar of his neighbour’s generator, the smell of diesel exhaust fumes brought a lightness to his head. Frantic winged insects flitted around the electric bulb. He felt, looking out at the muggy darkness farther away, as if he could float, and all he needed to do was to let himself go. "

― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie , Americanah