“Why? Because I played god with you? Baby girl, that’s what I do. And not lightly, either.” He thought about that for a second. “Well, yes, sometimes lightly. You know what they say about all work and no play.” — 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 for the Ginen to eat, but fresh—fresh is the flesh of Lasirèn, and if you eat that, it’s pride. You’re trying to make yourself as one of the lwas. Makandal never eats salt. He, a living… — Nalo Hopkinson Copy Share
“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
