Ivy

“This is why fairy tales are dangerous: their words sneak into your veins and travel into the chambers of your heart, where they whisper of your exceptionalism. They say: Ah, but remember the boy who walked into the woods and came out a king? Oh, but what of the girl who was kicked and slept in ashes? Remember the man who was only kind and so life bent around the shape of his smile? But we are not exceptional.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“At its heart, a dream is a door. Sometimes there is nothing behind the door, only the stacked faces of strangers. Sometimes the door holds row upon row of indignities plucked and preserved like fruit out of season. And sometimes the door is a piece of yourself that has been exiled and severed for reasons you have been made to forget, and it is only in dream that it dares to show itself.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride

“Stories aren't fiction. Stories are fabric. They're the white sheets we drape over our ghosts so we can see them.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds

“Indigo’s face was soft, unlined, but when she lifted her gaze, her eyes seemed ancient. This was how I knew that grief had marked her. Only grief can make time change its tempo like that, expand seconds to centuries, with only our eyes marking the distance crossed.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Last Tale of the Flower Bride