Top 150 Amal El-Mohtar Quotes (2025 Update)
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51. “Words are abstraction, break off from the green; words are patterns in the way fences and trenches are. Words hurt.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

52. “There is no mono-we; there are many usses. The usses change and interleave.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

53. “I shudder to imagine an equal and opposite incursion – may causality forbid Commandant ever dispatch me to one of your viny-hivey elfworlds, profusely floral, all arcing elder trees, neural pollen, bees gathering memories from eyes and tongue, honey libraries dripping knowledge from the comb. I harbor no illusions I’d succeed. You would find me in an instant, crush me faster – I’d walk a swath of rot through your verdancy, no matter how light I tried to step. I have a Cherenkov-green thumb.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

54. “They would make this war, she thinks, if there were not a war already made for them to make.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

55. “Myth and legend give way to history, which gives way again to myth, like curtains parting and meeting again on either side of a performance. xxx All good stories travel from the outside in.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

56. “Further,” Blue adds, stepping lightly towards the box, making to lift it into the heavy bag next to it, “Ontario sucks. As the prophets say.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

57. “You must dwell, says Garden, within time to shift it in lasting ways; play a slow game, but win.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

58. “I keep turning away from speaking of your letter. I feel – to speak of it would be to contain what it did to me, to make it small.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

59. “Have you ever tasted rose hips, in tea or jam? A tart sourness that cleans the teeth, refreshes, smells like a good morning. A mash of rose hips and mint keeps me steepling my fingers all day long, to keep those scents in my head. Sumac, too – I think you might like sumac.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

60. “I think we can safely deduce that this is a spacio-temporal issue and not a weird skin condition.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

61. “Thus we braid Strand 6 to Strand 9, and our glorious crystal future shines so bright I gotta wear shades, as the prophets say.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

62. “Red’s letters she keeps in her own body, curled beneath her tongue like coins, printed in her fingers’ tips, between the lines of her palms.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

63. “It’s so easy to crush a planet that you may overlook the value of a whisper to a snowbank.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

64. “Are you trying to recruit me, dear Cochineal? “And then we’d be at each other’s throats even more.” Oh, petal. You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

65. “She wants there to be a God, so she can curse Her.”

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66. “Red likes to feel. It is a fetish. Now she feels fear. And eagerness.”

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67. “Will you respond, establishing complicity, continuing our self-destructive paper trail, just to get in the last word? Will you cut off, leaving my note to spin its fractal math inside you? I wonder which I’d rather.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

68. “So in this letter I am yours. Not Garden’s, not your mission’s, but yours, alone. I am yours in other ways as well: yours as I watch the world for your signs, apophenic as a haruspex; yours as I debate methods, motives, chances of delivery; yours as I review your words by their sequence, their sound, smell, taste, taking care no one memory of them becomes too worn. Yours. Still, I suspect you will appreciate the token.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

69. “They conspire. History makes common cause with the enemy.”

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70. “Her pen had a heart inside, and the nib was a wound in a vein. She stained the page with herself. She sometimes forgets what she wrote, save that it was true, and the writing hurt.”

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71. “I love you, Blue. Have I always? Haven’t I?”

— Amal El-Mohtar

72. “My viny-hivey elfworld, as you say, versus your techy-mechy dystopia. We both know it’s nothing so simple, any more than a letter’s reply is its opposite. But which egg preceded what platypus? The ends don’t always resemble our means.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

73. “I’ve learned to take warning from delight.”

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74. “There is a small hill from which I can watch the sun set over the Outaouais River; every evening I see a red sky bleed over blue water and think of us. Have you ever watched this kind of sunset? The colours don’t blend: the redder the sky the bluer the water, as we tilt away from the sun.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

75. “I dance to you in a body built for sweetness, a body that tears itself apart in defense of what it loves. This letter will sting you when it’s done. Let it, and read a postscript in its death throes.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

76. “Most strands lack Atlantis altogether, know the place only through dreams and mad poets’ madder whispers.”

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77. “I want to tell you something about myself. Something true, or nothing at all.”

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78. “I’ll be all the poets, I’ll kill them all and take each one’s place in turn, and every time love’s written in all the strands it will be to you.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

79. “I like you to know, with my words in your mouth, the places and ways in which I think of you. It feels good to be reciprocal; eat this part of me while I drive reeds into the depth of you, spill out something sweet.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

80. “There was, I am sure, a time I did not know you. Or did I dream that me, as I’ve so often dreamed of you?”

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81. “Hope may be a dream. But she will fight to make it real.”

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82. “Flowers grow far away on a planet they’ll call Cephalus, and these flowers bloom once a century, when the living star and its black-hole binary enter conjunction. I want to fix you a bouquet of them, gathered across eight hundred thousand years, so you can draw our whole engagement in a single breath, all the ages we’ve shaped together.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

83. “As she knots and thinks to herself, she decides she would describe it using terms from Go: You place each stone expecting it may do many things. A strike is also a block is also a different strike. A confession is also a dare is also a compulsion.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

84. “Her limbs inform her that they ache where they clutch this ancient trunk above an unfathomable drop.”

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85. “My memories of you spread through millennia, and each highlights you in motion.”

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86. “She is, briefly, Blue, alone with Red, and together.”

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87. “And this letter is a knife at my neck, if cutting’s what you want.”

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88. “I would have fought you forever. I would have wrestled you through time. I would have turned you, and been turned. I would do anything. I have done so much, and would have done as much again, and more. And yet here I am, a fool, writing you one last time, and here you are, a fool, reading me. We’re one, at least, in folly.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

89. “Her quarry, whose quarry she is in turn, slips free, leaving now a sound, now a taste on the air, nothing so grand as a thread caught on a thorn.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

90. “You wrote of being in a village upthread together, living as friends and neighbours do, and I could have swallowed this valley whole and still not have sated my hunger for the thought.”

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91. “How to say what it means to me, that I might have taught you this – shared it, somehow, infected you with it. I hope it isn’t a burden at the same time that I want you seared by it. I want to sharpen your hungers fully as much as I long to satisfy them, one letter-seed at a time.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

92. “So in this letter I am yours.”

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93. “This feels like being cut off, again, in the strangest way – feels like teetering on the brink of something that will unmake me.”

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94. “Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world to another. Keep reading. Keep writing. Keep fighting. We’re all still here. More from the Authors The Mythic Dream.”

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95. “Love is what we have, against time and death, against all the powers ranged to crush us down. You gave me so much: a history, a future, a calm that lets me write these words though I’m breaking. I hope I’ve given you something in return. I think you would want me to know I have... how can there be more when this is done?”

— Amal El-Mohtar

96. “I would rather break the world than lose you.”

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97. “Do you laugh, sea foam? Do you smile, ice, and observe your triumph with an angel’s remove? Sapphire-flamed phoenix, risen, do you command me once again to look upon your works and despair?”

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98. “I dream of you. I keep more of you inside my mind, my physical, personal, squishy mind, than I keep of any other world or time. I dream myself a seed between your teeth, or a tree tapped by your reed. I dream of thorns and gardens, and I dream of tea.”

— Amal El-Mohtar

99. “You’ve always been the hunger at the heart of me, Red – my teeth, my claws, my poisoned apple.”

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100. “She has observed, with pleasure, the very fine china of which the establishment boasts: Meissen’s Ming Dragon, sinuous as arteries, persimmon bright against gilt-edged bone white. She looks forward to her own pot, anticipates the dark, smoky, malty path her chosen tea will pick between the notes of candied rose, delicate bergamot, champagne and muscat and violet.”

— Amal El-Mohtar