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“I had never realized before how much you can take from someone by not allowing them the words they need to describe themselves.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“We come into the world out of the dark. We haven't got a clue where we've come from. We've got no idea where we're going. But while we're here in the world, if we're brave enough, we flap our wings and fly.”
― David Almond, Heaven Eyes

“It’s a dark place, not knowing.
It’s difficult to surrender to.
But I guess it’s where we live most of the time. I guess it’s where we all live, so maybe it doesn’t have to be so lonely. Maybe I can settle into it, cozy up to it, make a home inside uncertainty.”
― Nina LaCour, We Are Okay

“The first step to seeing is seeing that there are things you do not see.”
― Akwaeke Emezi, Pet

“Blowing up isn't always external. It's not always easy to hear or see. Synapses fire every day in my brain. Thinking is just like exploding until it eventually scars you and you can't interact with people anymore. It's like one big, final detonation.”
― A.S. King, I Crawl Through It

“The world will be upside down forever. We just have to come to terms with that.”
― A.S. King, I Crawl Through It

“Somewhere in every mind is an opening to crawl through.”
― A.S. King, I Crawl Through It

“Your Kale/Kiwi Juice Has More Self-Esteem Than I Do

Kale/kiwi juice
Just goes in one side
Comes out the other
Makes everything happier
The whole way through.
It never worries about
Being safe or wearing
The right clothes
So no one will treat it
Like it doesn’t matter.”
― A. S. King

“I just know the javelins are educational every single day / taught me that none of us know what we have inside of us until it shows itself / until we take the dare.”
― A. S. King

“Paleolithic / cavemen had the same emotions we do / instinct.
Fight or flight is a well-known and accepted reaction to Fear. It has saved many lives. But what we overlook when we ignore talking about emotions in day-to-day life is that there is survival in Joy or Anger. In all of our emotions / if we listen.
x equals how Disgust is a reaction to poison.
x equals vomiting until the poison is gone.”
― A. S. King

“Even in a world where Fly exterminates Human, this has not changed: that one person might find beauty in another.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“All around, the trees were thick: every few feet, the base of a trunk exploded from the earth, rose up into the sky where branches reached like arms to hold hands with other branches, tree-sisters and tree-brothers seeking touch, listening for words of comfort in the dark night.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“Strange, how a person could create something they didn’t understand. But maybe that was what made art great: Who cares where it comes from, so long as it comes from you?”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“How to be human, it seemed, was an infinite ocean in which Kit had only yet dipped the corner of a toenail.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“It was beauty and discord at once. Nature unleashing her global psyche.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only twelve-year-old in the world.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“Kit understood cinnamon the way he understood sex: he had been told by those he trusted that it worked a certain way, and so he believed it; its qualities, while supposedly miraculously effective, were a complete mystery; its implications were terrifying.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“Sometimes Kit would look at the veins in his own hands and think, All these little rivers flowing through my body, keeping me alive. Thank you, little rivers. Thank you.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“But in a world consumed by Flies, kids were adults and adults were nowhere. How long you’d been alive only meant something when life itself wasn’t a luxury.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“Is your mom dead?” he asked, immediately regretting it. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Yes, she died.”
Somewhere a bird chirped, and he thought maybe it was a finch from the sound of it, and he said, “My mom died too,” as he looked at his feet, such weird little feet, and he wished they were wings. “That’s who I was talking about. She called me her Kit and I called her my Dakota because we belonged to each other.” But his feet were just feet, sadly, not the flying kind, and so he tossed his thoughts into the air instead, watched them glide around, blossom into breezes, little I-see-yous floating this way and that, landing like a soft quilt on all the world’s small forgotten things.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“Sometimes it’s nice to feel small, to know you are far from the first.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“In the beginning, there was nothing. Then the world. Then people, but no art. Then people made art. Then people died. Now there is art, but no people. And that’s how it went. That’s how it went. But only for a little while. Years passed. The old died and the young grew. And some became artists. And now there are people again. And art. There are people and art together, the way it’s supposed to be.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“Outside, the forest was alive with invisible things, nighttime critters and near-winter winds and tree-siblings breathing staccato breaths, reaching out for one another, seeking touch. Nico listened for their words of comfort… We are here. You are not alone. She felt her place among them, felt them calling her home.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“But listening was about more than hearing; it was about when and where you put yourself in the story.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“It occurred to her that this was true friendship: a person in your life who was willing to walk through strange doors into dark places, so long as they could walk there with you.”
― David Arnold, The Electric Kingdom

“Now everything is one shadow, and this shadow takes the shape of a closet. This closet takes the shape of a sanctuary. This sanctuary takes the shape of three girls who are flapping their wings but going nowhere.”
― Kyrie McCauley, If These Wings Could Fly

“If only she knew how much I’m holding back. All the words that I don’t say. Instead, I swallow the words whole, and the letters are pointy on their corners and sharp on their edges and they hurt going down. They stay there inside of me and make my stomach ache. Sometimes I think that if someone cut me open, the words would really be there. Like a whale that consumed too much garbage, and now her body is nothing but a time capsule for all the things humans throw away.”
― Kyrie McCauley, If These Wings Could Fly

“It would have been so easy to stay mad, to dwell on it all night, but I’ve seen how that kind of anger builds on itself. I get to decide for myself what things I’ll carry, and anger isn’t going to be one of them.”
― Kyrie McCauley, If These Wings Could Fly

“I like the crows because they can’t be shut behind a door, or hidden behind blinds. People can’t turn away and shake their heads and say, ‘It isn’t our problem.’
I like the crows because they refuse to be ignored.”
― Kyrie McCauley, If These Wings Could Fly

“Say the planet is born at midnight and it runs for one day. First there is nothing. Two hours are lost to lava and meteors. Life doesn’t show up until three or four a.m. Even then, it’s just the barest self-copying bits and pieces. From dawn to late morning—a million million years of branching—nothing more exists than lean and simple cells. Then there is everything. Something wild happens, not long after noon. One kind of simple cell enslaves a couple of others. Nuclei get membranes. Cells evolve organelles. What was once a solo campsite grows into a town. The day is two-thirds done when animals and plants part ways. And still life is only single cells. Dusk falls before compound life takes hold. Every large living thing is a latecomer, showing up after dark. Nine p.m. brings jellyfish and worms. Later that hour comes the breakout—backbones, cartilage, an explosion of body forms. From one instant to the next, countless new stems and twigs in the spreading crown burst open and run. Plants make it up on land just before ten. Then insects, who instantly take to the air. Moments later, tetrapods crawl up from the tidal muck, carrying around on their skin and in their guts whole worlds of earlier creatures. By eleven, dinosaurs have shot their bolt, leaving the mammals and birds in charge for an hour. Somewhere in that last sixty minutes, high up in the phylogenetic canopy, life grows aware. Creatures start to speculate. Animals start teaching their children about the past and the future. Animals learn to hold rituals. Anatomically modern man shows up four seconds before midnight. The first cave paintings appear three seconds later. And in a thousandth of a click of the second hand, life solves the mystery of DNA and starts to map the tree of life itself. By midnight, most of the globe is converted to row crops for the care and feeding of one species. And that’s when the tree of life becomes something else again. That’s when the giant trunk starts to teeter.”
― Richard Powers, The Overstory