Jandy Nelson
Jandy Nelson
Jandy Nelsonis an American author of young adult fiction. Prior to her career as an author, Nelson worked for 13 years as a literary agent. She holds a BA from Cornell University as well as MFAs in poetry and children's writing from Brown University and Vermont College of Fine Arts. Nelson lives in San Francisco, California...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth24 June 1965
CountryUnited States of America
talking paper mouths
I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.
night break globes
And then he smiles, and in all the places around the globe where it's night, day breaks.
eye sky white
The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky...
heart knows know-how
I don't know how the heart withstands it.
giving maps firsts
For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that leads to me.
flower grandmother thinking
My grandmother thinks it's really funny to put all sorts of things in our - my lunch. I never know what'll be inside: e.e. cummings, flower petals, a handful of buttons. She seems to have lost sight of the original purpose of the brown bag." - Lennie "Or maybe she thinks other forms of nourishment are more important." - Joe
dark way my-way
I can't shove the dark out of my way.
mind let-me my-own
Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.
girl beach sun
She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.
cheer-up sky feet
The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.
writing who-i-am wind
I gasp, because Isn't that just exactly what I've been doing too: writing poems and scattering them to the winds with the same hope as Gram that someone, someday, somewhere might understand who I am, who my sister was, and what happened to us.
flower rain color
When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky
witty thinking drunk
The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?
hair eyebrows laughing
He murmers into my hair, "Forget what I said earlier, let's stick with this, I might not survive anything more." I laugh. Then he jumps up, finds my wrists, and pins them over my head. "Yeah, right. Totally joking, I want to do everything with you, whenever you're ready, I'm the one, promise?" He's above me, batting and grinning like a total hooplehead. "I promise," I say. "Good. Glad that's decided." He raises an eyebrow. "I'm going to deflower you, John Lennon.