So the stories aren’t just stories, is what you’re saying. They’re really secret knowledge disguised as stories.””One could say that of all stories, younger brother.
Metaphors: knowledge existing in several states and without contradiction
The few Americans he had encountered in his lifetime had all seemed flat to him, as if freedom weakened one’s capacity for intense emotion by demanding too little of it.
How dense and literal it is. I thought it had a much more sophisticated brain.” “Your mother is dense,” Alif said wearily. “My mother was an errant crest of sea foam. But that is neither here nor there.
The only power worth a snot is the power to get up after you fall down.
It’s not the size of the girl in the fight that counts… it’s the size of the fight in the girl! -MISS MARVEL
Nobody as the right to give up on a whole generation before it’s even had a right to prove itself.
I suppose every innovation started out as a fantasy.
Dear child, some stories have no morals. Sometimes darkness and madness are simply that.””How terrible,” said Farukhuaz.”Do you think so? I find it reassuring. It saves me from having to divine meaning in every sorrow that comes my way.
You always have a choice. You can’t stop what’s coming, but you can decide how you meet it. The fate of the world is out of your hands. It always was. But your fate–what you decide to do right now– is still up to you.
All translations are made up” opined Vikram, “Languages are different for a reason. You can’t move ideas between them without losing something
Good is not a thing you are. It is a thing you do.
Love the life you have been given. And be humbled by it. It is not to be despised.
Dear child, some stories have no morals. Sometimes darkness and madness are simply that.
Be careful with this one” said Dina, bending down to greet the cat. “All cats are half jinn, but I think she’s three quarters.
He’s holding my hand! A boy is holding my hand! This is happening! I should let go. I should blush and act shy. Like a girl from the movies. But that’s not what I do. I hold on.
The transition between life in red-state America and life in the Arab capital was at times overwhelming because of the traditional segregation of men and women in many public and private settings.
An ambitious, surreal tale of the love between a young Arab girl sold into marriage and the orphan boy she adopts, ‘Habibi’ spans multiple eras of conflict and change, stretching the lifetimes of its two protagonists over many centuries.
‘Air’ is what the world looks like: An inconvenient mashup of human politics and divine geography. We leave bits and pieces of ourselves and our history in every place we encounter.