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“I grew up poor among poor people in a poor town, but I never knew how poor I'd been until I moved to New York. These women with their fresh produce and diamonds and manicures. Even their skin was expensive. What got to me about them wasn't just the way they made me suddenly self-conscious about the ink under my fingernails or the haircut I gave myself in my own bathroom. It wasn't just that they'd spend more in one evening on chocolate, escarole, and jam than I did on the rice and beans and film and photo paper I needed for a week. What enraged me is that they didn't, couldn't, see me. I was less than a machine to them, less than a body. I did not even appear in their line of sight. I was nothing more than a couple of chanted phrases: Cash or charge? Paper or plastic? Thank you, have a nice night.”
― Rachel Lyon, Self-Portrait with Boy

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“know that when I die somebody’s going to sell my flesh on the black market, one of my awful distant relatives. That’s why I smoke and drink, so I taste bitter and no one gets any pleasure out of my death.” She takes a quick drag and says, “Today I’m the butcher, tomorrow I might be the cattle.”
― Agustina Bazterrica, Tender Is the Flesh

“¿Cuántos corazones tienen que ser guardados en cajas para que el dolor se transforme en otra cosa? Pero el dolor, intuye, es lo único que lo hace seguir respirando. Sin la tristeza, no le queda nada.”
― Agustina Bazterrica, Tender Is the Flesh