Nalo Hopkinson

"“Children,” I said to her. “For the first little while, they not exactly human, you don’t find?"

"It is ugly in this world, and when the killing starts, the same stick will beat the black dog and the white."

"Children were pack animals; let any one of them act different from the group, and the rest would bring him down."

"She had a yearning to lose herself in this noisy throng of people going about the business of staying alive."

"…There’s still this notion that you are somehow morally superior if you don’t know anything about the background of the writers you read, and I maintain that writers have every right to not talk their…"

"…Even though we talk about race a lot in the literature, there’s still this idea of “Well, if we make this person blue and give them pointy ears, then we don’t have to actually talk about what’s happe…"

"This was a thing she’d not seen before, how the meat that fed her was a living being one minute and then violently dead. The smell of it was personal, inescapable, like the scent that rose in the stea…"

"She just wanted to be somewhere safe, somewhere familiar, where people looked and spoke like her and she could stand to eat the food."