112 Quotes by Maria Dahvana Headley

It’s water from beneath the mountain, and its full of of the taste of bones and rocks. She’s bought five cases of bottled to keep from having to serve this, even in ice-cube format. There’s something awful about it. It feels full of ghosts.

I have long been aggravated, and it increases, about the way that society values women almost exclusively for their beauty and youth, and when we get older, tries to make us powerless – just when we’re at our most knowledgeable, and most capable. It’s so rotten. I gnash my teeth.

Like we’re here, and at the same time, in outer space. Which of course, we are. We’re all untethered, all flying around in the dark, the same as Mars and Venus, the same as the stars.

Maybe love is just that, and only that. The choice you make. And so, you choose to love. You choose to give it all up, to surrender your scared self and live in this mystery. Jik.

The world is full of worse than anyone has yet imagined, and there’s only so much room.

Forever isn’t always something one would choose, given all the information.

Inside the mountain, inside the train, one boy kisses the other, and the other kisses him back, and there is nothing but history between them, and history is enough to make a future.

A wonderful thing one learns when one writes about imaginary kingdoms for a living is that, in fact, anyone can imagine anything, and if the writer is good, they can do it persuasively.

If you look at the sky that way, it’s this massive shifting poem, or maybe a letter, first written by one author, and then, when the earth moves, annotated by another. So I stare and stare until, one day, I can read it.