“The sea in the minds of my Ginen. The sea roads, the salt roads. And the sweet ones, too; the rivers. Can’t follow them to their sources any more. I land up in the same foul, stagnant swamp every time.… — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
“The heaviness of loss in her heart hadn't eased, but there was room there for humour, too.” — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
“How do I know anything? How is it that my arms stretched out in front of me are so pale? How to I even… — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
I tried to get the word out to people who are information hubs in their communities, because they could propagate the call quickly. One… — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
“If you only eat unsalted food, fresh food, we believe you make Lasirèn vexed, for salt is the creatures of the sea, and good… — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
“Whore” I do not understand yet, but I understand from her that her and her kin are your spices, your honey scent; she knows… — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
I don't pay much mind to politricks. Never met a politician who wouldn't try to convince you that salt was sugar. — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
“we have ripe banana dipped in sweet batter and fried, and green banana to boot. Cookie does fry them up nice-nice in olive oil,… — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
“What are gods for, then, if they let things like this to happen to their people?” — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
“So there’s a freeing up that happens when I can go into that storytelling mode...It isn’t about how much sense you make, it is… — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
Children were pack animals; let any one of them act different from the group, and the rest would bring him down. — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
“Even she hair itself rough and wiry; long black knotty locks springing from she scalp and corkscrewing all the way down she back... The… — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share Image
