“A fan is like the thighs of a woman: It opens and closes. A good fan opens with a flick of the wrist. It produces its own weather---a breeze not so strong as to muss the hair.” — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
What are books but tangible dreams? What is reading if it is not dreaming? The best books cause us to dream; the rest are… — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
The child is born speaking the languages of birds; the child has horns and scales and wings; it has a beak; it has a… — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
Cinematic and symphonic: this is a compelling story revealed in a sequence of voices that are as pitch-perfect as they are irresistible. This is… — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
An important memory is like a gravitational field--the mind is compelled to return to it again and again. It is like a moon; it… — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
“I, sole heir to the Munodi line and memory, am childless. A friend who knows such things has told me that this explains my… — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
“I am a wheel. As I rise, Sweetheart, I carry you along with me, a heady, dizzying spin toward the sweet oceans of eternity.… — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
A book is a private thing, citizen; it belongs to the one who writes it and to the one who reads it. Like the… — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
“Next I prayed to Allah, whose ears are deaf; then did I beseech his fallen twin, the Devil Hornprick, who sits upon his thorn… — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
“Like the moon, the novel is a symbol and a necessary reality. Ideally it serves neither gods nor masters. Philosopher’s stone, it sublimates, precipitates,… — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
“A fan is like the thighs of a woman: It opens and closes. A good fan opens with a flick of the wrist. It… — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
