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
stars shining stills
It’s never occurred to me that the stars are still up there shining even in the daytime when we can’t see them.
sky might packs
Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.
beautiful heart stories
Life’s a freaking mess… there’s not one truth ever, just a bunch of stories, all going on at once, in our heads, in our hearts, all getting in the way of each other. It’s all a beautiful calamitous mess.
miracle
You have to see the miracles for there to be miracles.
running brother fall
This is what I want: I want to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.
thinking expression secret
All her knowledge is gone now. Everything she ever learned, or heard, or saw. Her particular way of looking at Hamlet or daisies or thinking about love, all her private intricate thoughts, her inconsequential secret musings – they’re gone too. I heard this expression once: Each time someone dies, a library burns. I’m watching it burn right to the ground.
sound
Music: what life, what living itself sounds like.
library dies
Each time someone dies, a library burns.
paris tongue married
Our tongues have fallen madly in love and gotten married and moved to Paris.
feels happens left
I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.
color extraordinary
The Color Of Extraordinary.
girl mom football
[Lennie meets Joe - he works out that she was named after John Lennon] I nod. "Mom was a hippie." This is northern Northern California after all - the final frontier of freakerdom. Just in the eleventh grade we have a girl named Electricity, a guy named Magic Bus, and countless flowers: Tulip, Begonia, and Poppy - all parent-given-on-the-birth-certificate names. Tulip is a two-ton bruiser of a guy who would be the star of out football team if we were the kind of school that has optional morning meditation in the gym
sorry sad-life steps
I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress.
brightness knows felt
I didn't know love felt like this, like turning into brightness.