16 quotes found
“the gravity of wound to fist”
“Mothers burning inside the risen suns of their children.”
“The body can be a marvel of resiliency, a cactus when it comes to sleep - capable of surviving on mere drops.”
“I dropped the candies into the children's bags, thinking: You small mortals don't realize the power of your stories.”
“There is a rustle of dead leaves. Dried sap, a branch crack, the whirring teeth of Mr. Omaru's saw. My father--my real father--is a limb that got axed off the family tree a long time ago now. My mo...”
“Even if shed [Ossie] gotten away from him [her ghost fianc] the prognostications were grimalligators with unusual pigmentation cant camouflage themselves in the dust-and-olive palette of the swamp....”
“I look for my sister but it's hopeless. The goggles are all fogged up. Every fish burns lantern-bright, and I can't tell the living from the dead. It's all just blurry light, light smeared like som...”
“I'm not going anywhere," she told me that night. But until we are old ladies--a cypress age, a Sawtooth age--I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love.”
“As a kid I heard the word malignancy as "Malig-Nancy" like an evil woman's name, no matter how many times Kiwi and the Chief and Dr. Gautman himself corrected me. Our mother had mistaken her first ...”
“There is a loneliness that must be particular to monsters, I think, the feeling that each is the only child of a species. And now that loneliness was over.”
“Wait, thats your idea? Thats your expert advice? Youre going to tell these novelists to just keep going? Youre going to tell these honest, earnest writers: You gotta have faith? Those are George Mi...”
“The past, with its monstrous depth and span, reached toward him, demanding an understanding that he simply could not give it. His mind was too young and too narrow to withstand the onrush of her life.”
“There were many deficits in our swamp education, but Grandpa Sawtooth, to his credit, taught us the names of whole townships that had been forgotten underwater. Black pioneers, Creek Indians, moons...”
“We've been working out of our tin can for half a decade. Nobody suggests moving into a brick-and-mortar office; nobody wants to peer through glass windows, in a building with a foundation, and admi...”
“Even if she’d [Ossie] gotten away from him [her ghost fiancé] the prognostications were grim—alligators with unusual pigmentation can’t camouflage themselves in the dust-and-olive palette of the sw...”
“Wait, that’s your idea? That’s your expert advice? You’re going to tell these novelists to just keep going? You’re going to tell these honest, earnest writers: You gotta have faith? Those are Georg...”
