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“Me gusta pensar que los recuerdos no mueren con la carne, que todo aquello que hacemos, que todo a lo que atribuimos un valor se queda escrito con tinta indeleble en la memoria del mundo, que los hombres inventaron el concepto de justicia para tener presente la fragilidad del bien, la indolencia del equilibrio y para tratar de corregir los errores de Dios.”
― Eduardo Sánchez Rugeles, Liubliana

“What I say: “Why did you leave her with me?”
What I want to say: “This almost broke me, but it didn’t. It made me stronger than before. You have made me better. Thank you. I will love you until the end of time.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“When you think about it, stories have this way of running together like raindrops in a pond. Each is borne from the clouds separate, but once they have come together, there is no way to tell them apart.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“Mara, remember how you kicked sand into that neighbor child’s eyes? I yelled at you and made you apologize in your best dress, and that night I cried by myself in the bathroom because you are Bad’s child as much as you are mine. Remember when you ran into the plate glass window and cut your arms so badly we had to drive you to the nearest hospital in the pickup truck, and when it was over Bad begged me to replace the backseat because of all the blood? Or when Tristan told us that he wanted to invite a boy to prom and you put your arm around him like this? Mara, remember? Your own babies? Your husband with his Captain Ahab beard and calloused hands and the house you bought in Vermont? Mara? How you still love your little brother with the ferocity of a star; an all-consuming love that will only end when one of you collapses? The drawings you handed us as children? Your paintings of dragons, Tristan’s photographs of dolls, your stories about anger, his poems about angels? The science experiments in the yard, blackening the grass to gloss? Your lives sated and[…]”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“Los dos construyeron una intimidad profunda nacida de la certeza compartida de saberse ajenos al guion que otros llamaban vida.”
― Jorge Zepeda Patterson, Los usurpadores

“«They are a bunch of fucking savages». Donna Winters, asistente del embajador de Estados Unidos.”
― Jorge Zepeda Patterson, Los usurpadores

“For anyone who has never experienced or set any store by being close to an animal, it is perhaps difficult to understand that you can miss a dog so that it literally hurts. But the relationship with an animal is so much more physical than a relationship with another person. You don’t get to know a dog by asking how he’s feeling or what he’s thinking, but by observing him and getting to know his body language. And all the important things you want to say to him you have to show through actions, attitude, gestures and sounds.”
― Ninni Holmqvist, The Unit

“If he had driven to the south coast on a different afternoon, I thought. If he had driven there on one of those afternoons when I was there with Jock during the autumn and winter, instead of one of the days when I wasn’t there. And if we had walked toward each other and caught sight of each other, and I had thought, Oh look, there’s Johannes Alby, and he’d thought, Oh look, there’s Dorrit Weger with her little dog. And if we had stopped and chatted, and if I had invited him back to my house for a cup of coffee or a bowl of soup or some pasta. If it had started like that. If it had started then.”
― Ninni Holmqvist, The Unit

“I will look where her eyes would be. I will open my mouth to ask but then realize the question has answered itself: by loving me when I did not love her, by being abandoned by me, she has become immortal. She will outlive me by a hundred million years; more, even. She will outlive my daughter, and my daughter’s daughter, and the earth will teem with her and her kind, their inscrutable forms and unknowable destinies.”
― Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties: Stories

“Mi madre dice que los haikus son algo más que poemas. Cada uno es una emoción que aparece y al instante se desvanece, como todo lo bello de la vida. Un parpadeo fugaz que nos muestra la esencia de las cosas”.”
― Andrés Pascual, El haiku de las palabras perdidas

“We proclaimed the freedom of the individual, bought and drove millions of cars to prove it, built more roads for the cars to drive on so we could go the everywhere that was nowhere. We watered our lawns, we washed our cars, we gulped plastic bottles of water to stay hydrated in our dehydrated land, we put up water parks.
We built temples to our fantasies--film studios, amusement parks, crystal cathedrals, megachurches--and flocked to them.
We went to the beach, rode the waves, and poured our waste into the water we said we loved.
We reinvented ourselves every day, remade our culture, locked ourselves in gated communities, we ate healthy food, we gave up smoking, we lifted our faces while avoiding the sun, we had our skin peeled, our lines removed, our fat sucked away like our unwanted babies, we defied aging and death.
We made gods of wealth and health.
A religion of narcissism.
In the end, we worshipped only ourselves.
In the end, it wasn't enough.”
― Don Winslow, Savages

“No sé en el resto del mundo pero en venezuela no existe nada mas predecible que un psicologo. los que he visitado en los ultimos diez años son aprendices de magia, chamos recien graduaos de la catolica o la UCV (esas parodias de Hogwarts) que no tienen idea de nada pero que, con el argumento de que durante cinco años fueron sometidos a rigurosas sesiones de caletre, creen conocer la irrefutable definicion de la existencia. En mi caso, todas las terapias han sido un chiste. Solo voy a consulta para burlarme de las intensidades del doctorcito de turno, para contar mentiras y callar las verdades esenciales. En concreto, para que alguien me firme la receta del Prozac.”
― Eduardo Sánchez Rugeles, Jezabel

“Sé que me interesa, en cambio, verla dormir, ver su rostro cuando esté sin conciencia o esté en letargo, conocer su expresión dulce o dura, atormentada o plácida, aniñada o envejecida mientras no piensa en nada o no sabe que piensa, mientras no actúa, mientras no se comporta de manera estudiada, como hacemos todos en uno u otro grado ante cualquier testigo, aunque el testigo no nos importe y sea nuestro propio padre o nuestra mujer o marido. La he visto dormir ya algunas noches, pero no las bastantes para reconocerla en su sueño, en el que por fin a veces dejamos de parecernos a nosotros mismos”
― Javier Marías, A Heart So White

“Life is a very bad novelist. It is chaotic and ludicrous.”
― Javier Marías

“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“she’s explained it by saying she was spoiled when young by reading too many Agatha Christie murder mysteries, of the kind in which the clever and witty heroine passes over the equally clever and witty first-lead male, who’s helped solve the crime, in order to marry the second-lead male, the stupid one, the one who would have been arrested and condemned and executed if it hadn’t been for her cleverness. Maybe this is how she sees Ed: if it weren’t for her, his blundering too-many-thumbs kindness would get him into all sorts of quagmires, all sorts of sink-holes he’d never be able to get himself out of, and then he’d be done for.”
― Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard's Egg

“Originality' is the sickness of modernity that wishes to see itself as something new, always new, in order continually to witness its own birth. In doing so, modernity is that fashionable illusion which only speaks to death”
― Carlos Fuentes, Aura

“—¿Me querrás siempre?
—Siempre, Aura, te amaré para siempre.
—¿Siempre? ¿Me lo juras?
—Te lo juro.
—¿Aunque envejezca? ¿Aunque pierda mi belleza? ¿Aunque tenga el pelo blanco?
—Siempre, mi amor, siempre.
—¿Aunque muera, Felipe? ¿Me amarás siempre, aunque muera?
—Siempre, siempre. Te lo juro. Nada puede separarme de ti.”
― Carlos Fuentes, Aura

“But what if the devil is just a woman who was banished to hell to stoke the flames as punishment for standing up to him?”
― Amanda Lovelace, The Witch Doesn't Burn in This One

“gods, i hope i terrify you.”
― Amanda Lovelace, The Witch Doesn't Burn in This One

“Mass is not proportional to volume.
A girl as small as a violet. A girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.
Just then, like Newton’s apple, I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her, with a thump. With a thump.
My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.
It was my first love.”
― Kim In Yook, 사랑의 물리학

“With you, intimacy colours my voice.
even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here'.”
― Warsan Shire

“My parents probably wanted a girl who would sit in the pews wearing pretty florals and a soft smile. They got combat boots and a mouth silent until it’s sharp as an island machete.”
― Elizabeth Acevedo, The Poet X

“If my body was a Country Club soda bottle, it's one that has been shaken and dropped and at any moment it's gonna pop open and surprise the whole damn world.”
― Elizabeth Acevedo, The Poet X

“You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.”
― Richard Siken, Crush

“For a while I thought I was the dragon.
I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was
the princess,
cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle,
young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with
confidence
but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess,
while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire,
and getting stabbed to death.
Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal.
You still get to be the hero.
You get magic gloves! A fish that talks! You get eyes like flashlights!”
― Richard Siken, Crush

“I know history. There are many names in history

but none of them are ours.”
― Richard Siken, Crush

“You came into this life with a starving heart. I know better than anyone that you cannot fill it with fence posts or china patterns. You cannot fill it with paper bodies, people whose skin rips in your palms.
For some people, you will be too hard: an unmanageable puzzle, all sharp edges, and snarls. For others, you will be too soft: always looking to set up camp somewhere safe and warm where the wind won’t knock you down. You cannot build your home like a house of cards in the mouth of a lover who breathes too hard at night.”
― Trista Mateer, Honeybee

“I don't care about whose DNA has recombined with whose. When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching--they are your family.”
― Jim Butcher, Proven Guilty