Quotes from Kiana Davenport

Perhaps she wrote that life is really lived through dreams and intuitions, not fate and circumstance.

There are women locked in my womb forever, the memory of their birth. All I can do now is liberate the fruit of their wombs. And it may be too late.

God not da faddah, he just the spoiled moody child, but you got to go t'rough him to get to da real power, his mama, Mot'er God. She da real Almighty! She run da heavens alone. Original single parent. When somethin' bad happen, usually mean she let God try his hand, and he screw up plenny. You need something important, you go directly Mot'er God. Jesus, Mary, Joseph? Dey just small potatoes, part of the chorus, neh?

So much easier to give. I detest asking.

You think knowing things will solve your private little griefs?

I wonder...if a life lived only in the mind is any less intense? If all the senses are engaged what is lost, but fact?

She was kahuna, creating more life around her than was actually there, heightening the momentousness of each living thing by simply gazing upon it.

Recognizing who you are is not the subtext of a life. It's the main point.

He thinks of all he has seen and learned: that the universe is indifferent to our human endeavors, that what gives our lives meaning is the passion that invades our hearts and burns in us, and maybe even destroys us.

They would no longer be time-bound, that they were free to live in the future, the past, in fantasy. She had been a woman preparing to live, not living.

Time, the thing we can't beat back... Yet, time is also what it takes to heal, what it takes for certain memory cells to die. Maybe time doesn't heal. Maybe it doesn't even pass. We pass through time, and come out stunned, so rage, and memory, are blurred.

We love that which we corrupt.

Everything breaks down but desire. And because we are old, doctors try to shame that out of us. Young punks! Lose one's youth, and doctors take it as axiomatic that you've lost your mind, your balls.

Common sense. Mothers are the last riddle, the worst horror, the only consolation.

Beware of logic.

Will once said each galaxy has about a hundred billion stars. He said that ninety-eight percent of what exists around us we can't even see. Sometimes I let go and float out there, staring back at earth. I lose track of time. Will told me to forget time, that it was relative. He said light was the thing. At the speed of light, time stands still. It's the wild card. It makes things happen. (The Speed of Light)

She tried to show them how women could do anything, and do it competently. How problems could be worked out if they ignored what people said and did what conscience required.

We must live. Or what have we suffered for? Will these years have been for nothing?

Sometimes, child, we die in metaphor.

Since history, war has always been the same. Old men talking, young men dying.

Sometimes she even wore cardigans, what she felt women wore when their sex life was over.

Pono always say slow-motion vulgar.

Life is running backwards. What did I do wrong?

I used to think Ming was her favorite. But she's grown too private, too remote. Rachel is lost. And I am too haolefied, what my mother taught me, so we could survive in that other world, the one that killed her