Amaya Ellman Quotes

Where's your dog?' I ask quickly. 'Dawn said you had a dog. Let's take the dog out.'
'There ain't no dog,' replies Janis. ~ Carla H. Krueger

One man's fight is another man's freedom. ~ Carla H. Krueger

Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously. I place my boots neatly on the floor of the porch beside the other pairs in the shadows under the coats. Music drifts through to us from a distant room – it's the Beach Boys' California Dreamin'. Dawn looks at me and I smile – they've put the record on for me. Dawn nods along happily. 'Hear you're a surfer boy!' she says and she mimics riding a wave. ~ Carla H. Krueger

Writing is a solitary existence, especially if you forget to chat to your friends – sorry, I meant characters. ~ Carla H. Krueger

Aloha is compassion, love, light, harmony, peace and joy, all rolled into one. Aloha is choosing love in every moment, showing up and being lovingly present no matter what it looks like on the inner or outer.
--Aloha is Compassion, Ken Ballard ~ Mark Ellman

In fact, after that ride across Amaya, he still had blisters in all kinds of places where blisters shouldn't be. ~ Maggie Stiefvater

I have been very lucky. I have always been able to eat and drink and dance in my life so I am not afraid of anything. And if suddenly I should have nothing I would still be grateful. ~ Micaela Flores Amaya

I like very little to talk. There are many things I cannot say, I can only feel them and dance them. ~ Micaela Flores Amaya

With his new CD 'Tactiles' Liberty Ellman emerges as one of the most intriguing, albeit unorthodox, guitarists on the New York scene today. An album of original, esoteric compositions marked by dense polyrhythms, dissonant, angular lines and an organic logic that ties the whole thing together in brilliant fashion ... ~ Bill Milkowski

You call me castoff," Mahlia said, "Chinese throwaway, whatever." Amaya was trying to look away, but Mahlia had her pinned, kept her eye to eye. "My old man might have been peacekeeper, but my mom was pure Drowned Cities. You want to war like that, I'm all in." Mahlia lifted the scarred stump of her right hand, shoved it up in Amaya's face. "Maybe I cut you the way the Army of God cut me. See how you do with just a lucky left. How'd you like that? ~ Paolo Bacigalupi

Karl Marx, Amaya liked to say, was the last great philosopher of the coal age; his workers were locked into a serflike condition. Had Marx witnessed the industrial explosion of the Oil Century and the rising standard of living it produced among ordinary workers, he might have written differently. ~ David Halberstam

Practice Aloha Around The World:

You don't have to live in Hawai'i--- or even be Hawaiian to embrace the Aloha Spirit.

Aloha can be found in the most surprising places at the most unlikely times. You just have to have an open heart and mind to recognize it! ~ Mark Ellman

I'm a fan of Hugh Kenner, Richard Ellman, Lionel Trilling and Frank Kermode. All these people have taught me how to read - but perhaps, above all literary critics, I'm indebted to Wayne Booth (several people have suggested to me that I'm trying to reinvent "ethical criticism"). ~ Philip Kitcher

It was as if there were always some good fortune with me that would keep me from going hungry. I knew I would never die of hunger. ~ Micaela Flores Amaya

Amaya rested her face in the palms of her hands. She closed her eyes, trying to remember a happier time. "Look at us, Polly. Three days ago, our lives were great and now look at us." Apollo went to his sister, and sat down on a bumpy extended part of the wall next to where she stood. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down to sit next to him. When she did, he put his arm around her shoulders. After a few moments of thinking, Apollo looked at his sister. He studied her face. He felt the distance that still lingered between them. "I'm just as scared as you are. Maybe even more. ~ April M. Reign