They would have been mystics and healers, women who worked with herbs and delivered babies. But it would have made them suspect. Women who have power are always feared,” she says sadly.
Haven’t you been hurt?” Miss Lillian asked. Theta thought of Roy’s fists. Mrs. Bowers’s cold cruelty. Even the first wound of abandonment. “Yes.” “And here you still are. No. The question is this: Haven’t you been hurt enough?
Beliefs converge and become something new all the time.
With a satisfied groan, Sam leaned back against his chair, his hands on his protruding gut. “Ling. How would your mother feel about a Jewish son-in-law?
Nearby, Lady Liberty hoists her torch in the harbor, a beacon to all who come to these shores to escape persecution or famine or hopelessness. For this is the land of dreams. The.
There’s no such thing as hideously ordinary. If something is hideous, it’s automatically extraordinary. In a hideous way.
He’s jealous! Kartik is jealous and Simon finds me... delicious? I am a bit giddy. And confused. But no, mostly giddy, I find.
Kartik feels like a country I want to travel – vast, dangerous, and unknown.
What is the French word for rain? Le rain? La rain? Is the rain masculine or feminine? It’s such a bother that it must be masculine.
Did everyone from your little Hans Christian Andersen village look the same?
The Diviners must stand, or all shall fall.
The steam trains crossed the country, the gleaming tracks clumsy sutures across wounded miles of stolen land.
It was not a curse to fully inhabit your body. You were only as cursed as you allowed yourself to be.
Here is the world before you. You have only to reach for it.
And falling for Sam Lloyd was the don’t-you-dare cherry on top of a worst-idea sundae.
Whoever saves a life, it is as if he has saved an entire world.
I suppose it’s all in how you define patriotism. Some say that’s only saying good things about your country. Others say that it’s speaking against what you feel is wrong with your country and trying to make a change.
It reminds us that even in the midst of chaos and terror, there is the capacity for change.
Let’s be brave girls, shall we?
Every leader has blood on her hands.