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“Weetzie could see him--it was a man, a little man in a turban, with a jewel in his nose, harem pants, and curly-toed slippers.
"Lanky Lizards!" Weetzie exclaimed.
"Greetings," said the man in an odd voice, a rich, dark purr.
"Oh, shit!" Weetzie said.
"I beg your pardon? Is that your wish?”
― Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat

“Should she slam his head into the bar or toss her beer on him? Damn shame to waste good beer.”
― Mina Khan, A Tale of Two Djinns

“It's an invention, a fairy tale devoid of any sense, like all the legends in which good spirits and fortune tellers fulfill wishes. Stories like that are made up by poor simpletons, who can't even dream of fulfilling their wishes and desires themselves. I'm pleased you're not one of them, Geralt of Rivia. It makes you closer in spirit to me. If I want something, I don't dream of it—I act. And I always get what I want.”
― Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish

“A minute or so passed by--not long, but long enough to make me wonder whether Oliver was setting up mood lighting or hiding dead bodies. Or if someone was up there waiting to stab me again. Or if someone was up there waiting to hand me a crown and tell me I was the long-lost princess of Genovia. Or if I'd tumble into a pit of lava, only to get saved at the last second by a flying carpet.”
― Lindsay Ribar, The Art of Wishing

“The joining of humans and Djinni in marriage is still practiced in some parts of the world, and the Queen of Sheba was rumoured - by both the Jews and the Arabs - to be part Djinn.”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“Oh heaven and hell, stop with the tears. Given the day Sarah had just had, the tears were logical. But watching her face crumple, hearing the gut-deep harsh sobs, filled Rukh with an irrational need to pull her into his arms, wrap her in a hug.
As soon as the urge had gelled into conscious thought, his essence hardened into visibility and his arms slid up around her shivering, wet body.
Sarah’s eyes popped open and she staggered back with a yell.
His arms tightened around her, steadying her, keeping her close. Well, shit. At least, she’d stopped
crying.
Fear-bright green eyes stared at him instead.
Given he was an assassin, sent to kill her, her response was natural, even intelligent. Yet, bitterness churned in his gut at the thought of her fearing him.
“It’s okay,� he whispered. “You’re safe.�
“Am I hallucinating?� Her question came out as a croak.
“Yes, yes you are.� That seemed a much better answer than the truth.
She pinned him with her dark, direct gaze. “You’re just a figment of my imagination. A fantasy?�
“Yes.� He didn’t dare move.
“Then why are you still wearing clothes?”
― Mina Khan

“Soft woman and hard metal...unexpected & sexy as hell. Had she been real?”
― Mina Khan, A Tale of Two Djinns

“If we put aside the hatred, intolerance and bigotry this was a truly magical and enchanting era. You see how even Arabic Genies are very like ours. Ours live in a bottle or a lamp and by rubbing the lamp we allow the Genie to escape, for which he grants us three wishes â€� the biggest castle, the most beautiful princess and an unlimited amount of gold are usually favourites. But unlike the giant, blue-skinned, muscular Genies westerners are familiar with through Disney films, the Arabic Djinni are often invisible, although they have the power to shape-shift to just about any form they like, even human. Many people still believe they are with us today, although mostly living in deserts, mountains and caves.
Many western soldiers have reported seeing them on night exercises in the Middle East.”
― Karl Wiggins, Wrong Planet - Searching for your Tribe

“You don’t approve?â€� Joan asked, picking up on Delphine’s tone.
“Their stories were for themselves, not the Mirrors.�
“What do you mean?� said Bea.
“Certainly sometimes a good little character would find a lamp, and would not be so corrupted by the strangely endless possibilities of three wishes that they ended up causing more harm than they ever imagined. Those stories fostered belief, they were retold, certainly; but they were few and far between. Most of the genie’s tales showed the characters exactly who they really were, not when they were despised and degraded, not when they’d reached the gutter and been given licence to look at the stars. No, the genies showed them who they were when they were invincible. The characters, they try to forget stories like that.”
― F. D. Lee, The Fairy's Tale

“If there is a cure to any disease why not a formula to become a genius?!”
― Mwanandeke Kindembo

“You get one wish, the smoke said.
And so Yoth wished.”
― Maria Dahvana Headley, The Djinn Falls in Love & Other Stories