Kai Ashante Wilson Quotes & Sayings

The likeliest outcome is that you win your love for just a little while, and then regret his loss forever. — Kai Ashante Wilson

Most would only ever guess at who and what was most precious to them-up until the day of loss: then they'd know-and most would also have to guess at why and how, or what might have been. They could never truly know, not as one who'd lived both paths, seen two lives. That crazed noise was his own laughter. — Kai Ashante Wilson

Trust you to come at me with a story like that." The cool dismissal stabbed right into the heart of any sense that they endured this ordeal together, as one. Did the captain have no confidence in Demane's expertise, did all the faith flow only one way? It hurt in the belly and chest to be brushed off so. Demane couldn't have guessed his own expression. — Kai Ashante Wilson

But more forthcoming than anything a man can ever say aloud - whether you may care for his wounds, whether you may watch over his sleep - is the silent testimony of his bearing and demeanor. For the body tells all to him who knows the language, and doesn't lie. The — Kai Ashante Wilson

metamorphosis is like death, — Kai Ashante Wilson

Demane: "Gods could only carry away Homo celestialis with them, you see, because the angels had already learned to make their bodies light. But most sapiens - even those of us with fully expressed theogenetica - haven't yet attained the psionic phylogeny necessary to sublimnify the organism."
"Do doubt," Comalo nodded mellowly. "No doubt. I'd always maybe thought it was something like that. — Kai Ashante Wilson

Not piece by piece, all at once: metamorphosis is like death, as he welcomed the change he'd fought off since crossing over into the Wildeeps in that it ruptures mind from body. By grace of the blood, though, your consciousness can cohere into flesh and bone after transformation. If you're strong enough, if you don't vanish into the void. Only you can judge whether the gods' heritage is enough expressed in you to bring you back past throwing off human shape. No one can tell you that; only you will know. For a talisman, gather thoughts of what matters most to you. — Kai Ashante Wilson

If one of the luminaries should condescend, then the homely lover, plain of face, knows damn well to choose some modest number, and then begin counting down the days of love. Beauty seeks after beauty, like goes with like; forever this was the way of things, world without end. — Kai Ashante Wilson

There'd never been anyone who could knife him so with a momentary word, and then speak the wound away in the very next moment. If all those little boyhood heartbreaks had been supposed to make him ready for this, Demane wasn't. — Kai Ashante Wilson

(for the deeply secretive cannot grasp that protecting your secret too fiercely exposes it). — Kai Ashante Wilson

he swooped in, with the same acts dealing death and deliverance. The point and edge of his spear opened red lips in one bandit's throat. Lifesblood — Kai Ashante Wilson

For the body tells all to him who knows the language, and doesn't lie. — Kai Ashante Wilson

gods could only carry away Homo celestialis with them, you see, because the angels had already learned to make their bodies light. But most sapiens - even those of us with fully expressed theogenetica - haven't yet attained the psionic phylogeny necessary to sublimnify the organism. — Kai Ashante Wilson

Such eagerness to create space between present self and past sins obliges adults in the room to wonder whether callow youth has really wised up. "What — Kai Ashante Wilson

They would all reach the next wells alive, said Master Suresh, so long as grown men didn't sit and weep, boo hoo hoo like some sad whore, her six best boys lost this week to marriage. We must do now as she did then: dry the tears, and hustle! — Kai Ashante Wilson

Which one worse: armpits or breath? Surely, the latter; but the unwashed inferno of his crotch and ass stank worst of all. "Y'all — Kai Ashante Wilson

Some dry leaf blows into a campfire well-stoked and drawing well. What follows? That leaf catches at once, swiftly is consumed, a shadow withering briefly in the fierce light, and thereafter little remains, not cinder and ash so much as smudges of char. — Kai Ashante Wilson

This is your work now, Gian had thought, strewing death about him, but only live and some day, home again, turn your hand to something better, and in Sea-john life will be good, and safe, and full of love. — Kai Ashante Wilson

Of all words, none more purely distills the futility of human hope, mortal dreams. Did we but know the end is foreordained and soon, who could go on making such tender plans - someday I shall run my fingers through my lover's hair - when the very next step we take shall pitch us into the sinkhole, there to be crushed to nothingness, smothered in an instant, by a thousand tonnes of earth? "Someday." Ha! — Kai Ashante Wilson