Quincy Dantzler

“En la vida real cuando uno rompe los vínculos que lo mantienen unido en la trama de la vida, también deja un hueco, un hueco enorme, pero eso no significa que no se le pueda rescatar, sí se puede, pero antes es necesario que uno reconozca cuáles son los hilos invisibles que nos mantienen unidos a los demás. Cuáles son nuestros puntos de unión. Nuestros puntos de contacto.”
― Laura Esquivel, A Lupita le gustaba planchar: La primera novela gráfica de la aclamada autora de Como agua para chocolate

“That must have been some serious Island voodoo: the ending I saw in the cave came true. The next day we went back to the United States. Five months later I got a letter from my ex-baby. I was dating someone new, but Magda’s handwriting still blasted every molecule of air out of my lungs.
It turned out she was also going out with somebody else. A very nice guy she’d met. Dominican, like me. Except he loves me, she wrote.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. I need to finish by showing you what kind of fool I was.
When I returned to the bungalow that night, Magda was waiting up for me. Was packed, looked like she’d been bawling.
I’m going home tomorrow, she said.
I sat down next to her. Took her hand. This can work, I said. All we have to do is try.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“Because what if I got to know you and you turned out to be just like they said? What if you weren’t the person I hoped you were?
That, more than anything, would have hurt the most.”
― Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

“Perhaps I shouldn't call it shit. That's a bit crude. I don't really despise Christianity or even the Roman Church, and certainly not the incontrovertible glory of the Middle Ages. What I do despise is the contemporary inclination to flop to the knees and crawl back into the past, to shy from what seem like impossible problems in order to bury the head, asshole aloft and twitching, in the Sands of Time. Cowardice, I calls it. Illusion-seeking. Womb-crawling. And treason. Desertion in the face of the enemy.
Strong words indeed. But I've always been rather a blunt, tough, plain-spoken type . . .”
― Edward Abbey, Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast