Emily Grace

“Our beaches are still waiting for the end of a war that's been going on for so long people have stopped believing it's real. They build hotels, put up neon signs, but it's all fake, we're on a knife-edge, it could all give way any moment. We're living in limbo. In the winter that never ends.”
― Elisa Shua Dusapin, Winter in Sokcho

“But I have reasons to feel forever grateful to my fake teenage girlfriends, for they taught me about junk food, and they taught me how to be feminine. Smuggled in their blossoming Love's Baby Soft-scented bosoms, I learned how to approximate female—how to talk, how to walk, how to dance, how to flip your hair. How to part your lips as for a kiss but not for a bite of food. How to end your sentences in a question. How to twitch your hips as you left a room. Why to laugh when you feel like screaming. Over trays of Bonnie Bell Lipsmackers and mountains of cooling fries, I learned that being female is as prefab, thoughtless, soulless and abjectly capitalist as a Big Mac. It's not important that it's real. It's only important that it's tasty.”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

“Those who know her know that beneath her anger is tenderness, and beneath her tenderness is fury.”
― Sarah Gerard, True Love

“Once love is brought down to earth, and weighed, it's over, it's dead. – But don't you agree that real love is the love that's brought down to earth? It's only real when it's mixed up with dirt and sweat. Otherwise, it's just for puppies and adolescents!”
― Xiaolu Guo, A Lover's Discourse