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21 " When I was in school in Luxor I would see these photographs of Englishmen and Frenchmen who visited Egypt, before the djinn came. Mostly they were in suits. But sometimes they’d put on a jellabiya and headscarf. I found out they called it ‘going native.’ To look exotic, they said.''Did they?' Aasim cut in.'Did they what?''Look exotic.''No. Just ridiculous.'Aasim snickered.'Anyway, when I bought my first suit, the English tailor asked me why I wanted it. I told him I wanted to look exotic. "
― P. Djèlí Clark , A Dead Djinn in Cairo (Dead Djinn Universe, #0.1)
22 " Ask me how many people, right here in Cairo, have blood sugar sickness,” he said. Fatma blinked. “I don’t—” “No, go ahead. Ask me.” “How many people in Cairo have blood sugar sickness?” “Ya Allah! I have no idea! I’m terrible with numbers! "
― P. Djèlí Clark , A Master of Djinn (Dead Djinn Universe, #1)
23 " Rich people always have enemies. Usually, that’s how they became rich. "
24 " They say God is good all the time. Seem he also likes irony. "
― P. Djèlí Clark , Ring Shout
25 " why are we going to the basement?” “Because that’s where the library is located.” “Right. And we’re going to the library because…?” Fatma fixed her best blank look. “Because it has all the books. "
26 " Fatma blinked at the tirade. Of all the djinn these two had to go and wake up, it had to be a bigot. "
27 " He spoke often on the harm that enslavement does to the souls of those bound by the chain, and the souls of those who wield it. "
― P. Djèlí Clark , The Haunting of Tram Car 015 (Dead Djinn Universe, #0.3)
28 " And nobody’s judgment we scared of more than the one we give our hearts to. "
29 " Such pain. Sadness for what you lost. Shame at what you could not do. And anger—so much anger. You used that anger, fled from family and friends, then went seeking your vengeance, to etch your own story in blood. "
30 " Why do these colonizers always claim what isn’t theirs? "
31 " What I have is beautiful music inspired by struggle and fierce love. What he got ain’t nothing but hateful noise. Not a hint of soul to it. "
32 " Now they really talking crazy. “How can there be more than one tomorrow?” Auntie Margaret sighs. “Girl, every choice we make is a new tomorrow. Whole worlds waiting to be born.” “In some, you accept the enemy’s offer, and all is darkness,” Auntie Ondine says. “Always at this point—the tip of the sword on which your world balances.”I look at Auntie Jadine. What could those things living under Butcher Clyde’s skin offer me to make me betray all I care about? Power over life and death. “And if I don’t accept this offer, then we win? No more Ku Kluxes?” “If you don’t accept,” Auntie Ondine answers, “there is the chance to continue the struggle. The hope at one day seeing victory. No more.” That don’t seem fair. "
33 " The self-proclaimed angels were silent on the matter—validating no particulars of either faith, and remaining enigmatic regarding their motives. "
34 " Y’all got a good reason to hate. All the wrongs been done to you and yours? A people who been whipped and beaten, hunted and hounded, suffered so grievously at their hands. You have every reason to despise them. To loathe them for centuries of depravations. That hate would be so pure, so sure and righteous—so strong! "
35 " Even a rich man must sometimes eat with beggars. "
36 " His eyes took on a storyteller’s twinkle, and Fatma sighed. This was going to take a while. "
37 " Time to balance the world on the tip of a sword. "
38 " Benny was from America, like most musicians at the Jasmine–a place called New Orleans. Cairo brought in people from all over. Some looking for work or drawn by stories of mechanical wonders and djinn. Benny and the others had come fleeing a thing called Jim Crow. They brought with them their hopes, their dreams, and their fantastic music. "
39 " That fluffy white soaked in slave sweat and blood what made this city. Nowadays Macon warehouses still hold cotton, but for local factory mills and railroads. Watching these Klans shamble down the street, I’m reminded of bales of white, still soaked in colored folk sweat and blood, moving for the river. "
40 " Usually the secrets we keep deep down, ain't meant to hurt other people [...]. Not saying they won't, but not through intentions. Those deep secrets, we hide away because we're afraid what other people might think. How they might judge us, if they knew. And nobody's judgment we scared of more than the one we give out hearts to. "