112 Quotes by Maria Dahvana Headley

Half of the dead are killed by their friends. Maybe that's the history of everything.

Dogs can tell how many times a person’s heart beats, how many breaths they’ve taken, whether they’re sick, whether they’re dying. Dogs can find the secrets their people don’t know, tip them over, spill them onto the ground, roll in them.

Carpe omnia,” I say. Not carpe diem. Not Seize the Day. No, this says Seize Everything. I’ll.

The famous ones kept going, video, photos, headlines, and here they still are, running countries, pressing buttons, standing in offices insisting that all the money in the world belongs to them, pushing secrets through votes, starving the bottom so the top can feast.

People never think, until it happens to their place, that all construction is destruction. The whole planet is paved in the dead, who are ignored so the living can dig their foundations.

The world isn’t large enough for heroes and monsters at once. There’s too much danger of confusion between the two categories.

Adults want to talk about death way less than people my age do. Death is the Santa Claus of the adult world. Except Santa Claus in reverse. The guy who takes all the presents away. Big bag over the shoulder, climbing up the chimney carrying everything in a person’s life, and taking off, eight-reindeered, from the roof.

I feel my strange, beautiful bird in my heart, and the unflooded world all around me.

I’m dark matter. The universe inside of me is full of something, and science can’t even shine a light on it. I feel like I’m mostly made of mysteries.