Quotes by : Daniel José Older

Bennie's corner of Brooklyn looked different every time Sierra passed through it. She stopped at the....

Spirits flitted through the red-and-orange sky like leaves blown on the October wind. They dipped and....

The rain keeps starting and stopping like an anxious lover who doesn’t know if he should spend the....

Crazy. It was the same word María and Tía Rosa flung at Grandpa Lázaro. The same word anyone said....

A scar isn't about the injury, it's about the healing.

The sky grows dark over the city as Janey tells me her story. Teh beast was supposed to help their community.....

Maybe the word hasn’t been invented yet – that thing beyond diversity. We often define movements....

I love Carlos like the weird, half-dead son I never particularly wanted

There's a jangle to the music of the dead. I mean that certain something that's so happy and so sad at....