The Moor's Account Quotes

“No lies are more seductive than the ones we use to console ourselves.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“A name is precious; it carries inside it a language, a history, a set of traditions, a particular way of looking at the world. Losing it meant losing my ties to all those things too.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“To overcome my fear, I shackled myself with hope, its links heavier than any metal known to man.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“Unfounded gossip can turn into sanctioned history if falls into the hands of the right storyteller.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“I wondered why God created so many varieties of faiths in the world if He intended all of us to worship Him in the same fashion.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“Just by saying something was so, they believed that it was. I know know that these conquerors, like many before them, and no doubt like others after, gave speeches not to voice the truth, but to create it.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“Telling a story is like sowing a seed—you always hope to see it become a beautiful tree, with firm roots and branches that soar up in the sky. But it is a peculiar sowing, for you will never know whether your seed sprouts or dies.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“Nothing new has ever happened to a son of Adam, she said. Everything has already been lived and everything has already been told. If only we listened to the stories.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“Nothing new has ever happened to aq son of Adam, she said. Everything has already been lived and everything has already been told. If only we listened to the stories.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“Every story needs a villain, she said grimly.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“From that blighted time came the saying: when bellies speak, reason is lost. There”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“As the days passed, I began to look upon my fate with new eyes. I often lamented the wicked turns my life had taken, but I rarely considered how much I had to be thankful for, how I had survived so long where so many others had perished, how I had seen wonders that no other Zamori had... I had been so intent on counting all the miseries and humiliations I had endured that I neglected to thank the Almighty for the blessings he had bestowed upon me.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“In Arabic, the name Guadalajara evoked a valley of stones, a valley my ancestors had settled more than eight hundred years earlier. They had carried the disease of empire to Spain, the Spaniards had brought it to the new continent, and someday the people of the new continent would plant it elsewhere. That was the way of the world.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“There are things far more valuable than private comfort or public admiration.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“Maybe there is no true story, only imagined stories, vague reflections of what we saw and what we heard, what we felt and what we thought.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“How strange, I remember thinking, how utterly strange were the ways of the Castilians—just by saying that something was so, they believed that it was. I know now that these conquerors, like many others before them, and no doubt like others after, gave speeches not to voice the truth, but to create it.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“I was preoccupied only with the price of things and neglected to consider their value.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“when I had agreed to sell my life for a bit of gold. My father and my mother had both warned me about the danger of putting a price on everything, but I had not listened. Now, years later, I had convinced myself that, because I had been the first to find gold in La Florida, my life would be returned to me. But life should not be traded for gold—a simple lesson, which I had had to learn twice. It”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“I was a thirty-eight-year-old man, so I had plenty of time to consider the world through the eyes of someone else: yet that someone had rarely been a woman.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“It was a communion of pain, and no one in the city could pretend not to have heard it. The women had made witnesses of us, even those of us who had chosen to close our eyes. •”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“There was a long silence, during which Father Marco’s thoughts finally drifted from the matter of wealth to the matter of God—few minds can entertain both subjects at once.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“a good story can heal. I”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“for it traded what should never be traded. It delivered me into the unknown and erased my father’s name. I could not know that this was just the first of many erasures. I”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“But life should not be traded for gold—a simple lesson, which I had had to learn twice.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“I ignored the teachings of our Messenger, that all men are brothers, and that there is no difference among them save in the goodness of their actions.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“I often lamented the wicked turns my life had taken, but I rarely considered how much I had to be thankful for, how I had survived so long where so many others had perished,”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“name is precious; it carries inside it a language, a history, a set of traditions, a particular way of looking at the world.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“Our first stop on the long march south was Guadalajara, a small town that was established by Nuño de Guzmán and that, like Compostela, he had named after a city in Spain. I could not understand this habit of naming settlements after Spanish cities even when, as in the case of Guadalajara, that city had received its name from those who had conquered it. In Arabic, the name Guadalajara evoked a valley of stones, a valley my ancestors had settled more than eight hundred years earlier. They had carried the disease of empire to Spain, the Spaniards had brought it to the new continent, and someday the people of the new continent would plant it elsewhere. That was the way of the world.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“But our ill fortune did not afflict the Portuguese in our town: they still shipped gold and wool to Porto and still sent hanbals, kiswas and other woven goods to Guinea. If anything, the drought and famine we were experiencing had only made their trade more profitable, because the price of the wool had fallen so low that they could purchase larger quantities of it. That year, a strange thing happened. The farmers who had neither the funds to pay the Portoguese tax nor grain to sell at marked had to give their children as payment. Girls of marriagable age were worth two arrobas of wheat; boys twice as that. A custom official of my acquaintance swore that he had seen three Portuguese caravels leave Azzemur, each carrying two hundred girls and women, who would be transported to Seville, where they would be sold as domestics and concubines. From that blighted time came the saying: when bellies speak, reason is lost.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account

“Standing in that half-finished church, surrounded by statues of prophets and saints, I wondered why God created so many varieties of faiths in the world if He intended all of us to worship Him in the same fashion. This thought had never occurred to me when I was a young boy memorizing the Holy Qur'an, but as I spent time with the Indians I came to see how limiting the notion of one true faith really was. Was the diversity in our beliefs, not their unity, the lesson God wanted to impart? Surely it would have been in His power to make us of one faith if that had been His wish. Now the idea that there was only one set of stories for all of mankind seemed strange to me.”
― Laila Lalami, The Moor's Account