Best 15 quotes of Mitali Perkins on MyQuotes

American and Vietnamese characters alike leap to life through the voice and eyes of a tenyearold girl-a protagonist so strong, loving, and vivid I longed to hand her a wedge of freshly cut papaya.

Books have always been my home. I ransacked the library regularly from the time we moved to the States. I read on the fire escape. I read at the dinner table. I read late into the night in my room. This unhindered foraging and feasting on books - away from controlling, condemning eyes - empowered me to identify and resist misogyny, xenophobia, shadism, and other forms of injustice.

Good humor pokes fun at the powerful — not the weak.

If you have a chance to see Children Of War, you can watch expert trauma counselors try to help bring healing to young people who have experienced atrocities in conflict.

I hope and pray that despite an unhealed past full of atrocities and deep divisions in the present, God can and will make "the distant near" and a "brother of the stranger" in America's future.

I learned to read when I was three, so I skipped right over picture books and didn't learn to appreciate art in books until much later.

It’s a lovely adaptation that honors Lois Lowry’s vision and authority…the film…illuminates and explores the beauty, danger and pain of our free, creative lives. Plenty to talk about in families and other communities. Go see it.

Keep reading and writing, learn how to revise, and push through rejections. My second book, Monsoon Summer, was rejected over 20 times and finally came out 11 years after my first book! I'm glad I didn't give up. Neither should you.

Research is always a high priority in my fiction. Songs, fashion, politics, television, movies, trends - I try to get those details right.

There weren't too many books featuring other cultures and countries when I was growing up as an immigrant kid here in the States.

I began to feel that this city is my home. It came nearer to my heart, not so distant. That’s how it started, but now it’s different. I am enjoying making friends my age in my church-non-Bengali friends who don’t know the customs that keep a widow so lonely.

I wish the Ganges could wash the grief from my heart, but it can't.

Thanks, Ms. Liberty! Is that a sari you're wearing? I hope not.

what counted was helping her father achieve his dream-and finding interesting stuff to put in her blog.

Where am I from? Can the answer be stories and words, some of theirs, some of mine?