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“I see that if you try to fit someone in a box, she might slip through the seams like water and become her own river.”
― The Queen of Water
― The Queen of Water
“Power is a tricky thing, mija. It can lift you up high on its wings and up into the sky where you feel invincible. But sometimes you forget the bigger thing that makes you fly. Without God, without love, you fall. You stop being grateful and humble, and you fall." pg. 230”
― The Indigo Notebook
― The Indigo Notebook
“Life is the ultimate artistic masterpiece, and it's up to you, the creator, to make it as wildly dazzling as possible.”
― The Indigo Notebook
― The Indigo Notebook
“I move onward, through the colors and cheers and music, floating into my future, and it is a clear, open space that stretches wider that the sky and higher than the Andes.”
― The Queen of Water
― The Queen of Water
“Loneliness was tricky: a cup filled at one moment with freedom, and the next, with emptiness.”
― Red Glass
― Red Glass
“Have you noticed that if you really want something, you can make it happen? But you need to be sure it's what you really want, because sometimes, when it comes true, you realize too late that it's not what you wanted. Not at all.”
― The Queen of Water
― The Queen of Water
“And now, tonight, we're living through the bitter part, or maybe the painful, burning part. But more sweetness will come, sooner or later. Trust that it will.”
― The Jade Notebook
― The Jade Notebook
“Maybe that’s what I need to do now, muster up everything that was ever vivísima about me and somehow find a way to stand tall.”
― The Queen of Water
― The Queen of Water
“I didn't talk on the way back to the Hill of Dust.
But the maestra did. The whole way, she murmured the sweetest, softest words in Mixteco, words from Grandfather that floated here and there like feathers.”
― The Lightning Queen
But the maestra did. The whole way, she murmured the sweetest, softest words in Mixteco, words from Grandfather that floated here and there like feathers.”
― The Lightning Queen
“The good guys are the ones who wander. The ones with the ocean spilling from their chests.”
― The Indigo Notebook
― The Indigo Notebook
“Keep your eyes open, dear. Magic is around us all the time, but if we're not looking, we miss it." . . .
"But, Gali, what if you're looking for magic, but you still can't find any?"
"Why, then, you make your own magic, Coco.”
― Tree of Dreams
"But, Gali, what if you're looking for magic, but you still can't find any?"
"Why, then, you make your own magic, Coco.”
― Tree of Dreams
“A secret to happiness . . . Being part of the flow of wisdom, And understanding that all things in nature have their own form of consciousness.”
― Tree of Dreams
― Tree of Dreams
“Where do you want to live? Do you want to live free and poor and covered in flea welts? Or enslaved, with your own clean room and a shower with hot water? Who are you, Virginia? Who are you, really?”
― The Queen of Water
― The Queen of Water
“The thing about feeling hopeless is that it's hard to recall secrets to happiness, even if you've had hundreds of them memorized for years like multiplication facts.”
― Tree of Dreams
― Tree of Dreams
“I didn’t mind being compared to a wonder-filled old witch. It seemed, oddly enough, like the ultimate compliment.”
― The Alchemy of Flowers: A Novel
― The Alchemy of Flowers: A Novel
“Wisdom begins in wonder.’ Socrates.”
― The Alchemy of Flowers: A Novel
― The Alchemy of Flowers: A Novel
“Yesterday, I read that our namesake, Calliope, goddess of poetry and music, sang about Persephone, trapped in the underworld. And I think of you, Callie, in that watery cave, still singing, earnest and hopeful and determined…”
― The River Muse
― The River Muse
“Bad things happen, people get hurt. We take refuge. Then we forgive ourselves and others and the world. We focus on the good things. And make them even better.”
― The Alchemy of Flowers: A Novel
― The Alchemy of Flowers: A Novel
“My waters rise from the source, deep in the earth, from secret caverns, hidden pockets of spirit. A rumble of bass moves through limestone tunnels, upward and onward, around curves, gathering chords, minor and major, until out flows a song, azure and cerulean, plucked from sunshine and moonbeam.
Some say my music echoes your soul, harmonizes with fears and longings, calls forth your own song, until it spills out in liquid jewels.
If, of course, you are worthy.
My waters sing of death too, a low drumbeat that rattles the bones.
There are those of you who bring out the river dragon in me.
And my gaping mouth swallows you whole.”
― The River Muse
Some say my music echoes your soul, harmonizes with fears and longings, calls forth your own song, until it spills out in liquid jewels.
If, of course, you are worthy.
My waters sing of death too, a low drumbeat that rattles the bones.
There are those of you who bring out the river dragon in me.
And my gaping mouth swallows you whole.”
― The River Muse





