For all those that have to fight for the respect that everyone else is given without question.
You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.
In the future, as in the present, as in the past, black people will build many new worlds.This is true. I will make it so. And you will help me.
Jija killed his own son for what a completely different person did, long before that son’s birth. This, more than anything, helps her finally understand that there is no reasoning with her father’s hatred.
I think,’ Hoa says slowly, ‘that if you love someone, you don’t get to choose how they love you back.
Because that is how one survives eternity,” I say, “or even a few years. Friends. Family. Moving with them. Moving forward.
The body fades. A leader who would last relies on more.
We can never be gods, after all–but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.
It is blasphemy to separate oneself from the earth and look down on it like a god. It is more than blasphemy; it is dangerous. We can never be gods, after all – but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.
They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life’s value.
But for a society build on exploitation, there is no greater threat than having no one left to oppress.
He has come to seduce the god of seduction, and oh, has he come prepared.
How terrible to be a god of change and endure grief unending.
In a child’s eyes, a mother is a goddess. She can be glorious or terrible, benevolent or filled with wrath, but she commands love either way. I am convinced that this is the greatest power in the universe.
The way of the world isn’t the strong devouring the weak, but the weak deceiving and poisoning and whispering in the ears of the strong until they become weak, too.
How can we prepare for the future if we won’t acknowledge the past?
Inevitable is not the same as immediate, Sieh–and love does not mandate forgiveness.
…and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.
Who misses what they have never, ever even imagined?
You’re very lucky… Friends are precious, powerful things – hard to earn, harder still to keep. You should thank this one for taking a chance on you.
You have seen so much purposeless suffering that at least being killed for a reason can be borne?
Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.
But when I got angry, my nerves sought an outlet, and my mouth didn’t always guard the gates.
But love like that doesn’t just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath.Yes. Horrible, isn’t it?
Everyone _shouldn’t_ have a say in whose life is worth fighting for.
True peace required the presence of justice, not just the absence of conflict.
Myths tell us what those like us have done, can do, should do. Without myths to lead the way, we hesitate to leap forward. Listen to the wrong myths, and we might even go back a few steps.
Did you know that writing stories down kills them?Of course it does, words aren’t meant to be stiff, unchanging things.
Home is what you take with you, not what you leave behind.
We worship Him not because He is the best of our gods, but because He is, or was, the greatest killer among them.
Fear of a bully, fear of a volcano; the power within you does not distinguish. It does not recognize degree.
Funny thing, employment. If you keep doing it, you keep getting paid.
If the first words out of your mouth are to cry ‘political correctness!’, … chances are very, very high that you are in fact part of the problem.
If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we’ve earned a little annihilation.
Being useful to others is not the same thing as being equal.
Once upon a time there was aOnce upon a time there was aOnce upon a time there was aStop this. It’s undignified.
Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?
It was said that the gods favored fools because they were entertaining to watch.
She has seen him fight his own brutal nature, and the Earth itself, in order to be the parent she needs. He has helped her learn to love herself for what she is.
The priest’s lesson: beware the Nightlord, for his pleasure is a mortal’s doom. My grandmother’s lesson: beware love, especially with the wrong man.
Only learning oneself better, and understanding one’s place in the world, made the touch of another mundane.
Her eyes are shockingly black – shocking not because black eyes are particularly rare, but because she’s wearing smoky gray eyeshadow and dark eyeliner to accentuate them further. Makeup, while the world is ending.