Cate

“At last she put on her gloves and beret and very lightly kissed me goodbye. I felt nothing. But when she'd gone, I pulled up my knees under my chin, and begged the Lord to set me free.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

“I watched the trickles glinting in the lightning flashes, and every breath I breathed, I sighed. And every thought I thought was of you, Susana.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“Let's begin all over again. Let's begin by affirming that poetry has died. And that I'm not a poet. And I'll never, ever be one. I'm not interested in poetry. I don't like life. I detest men. I hate children. I hate the sea.”
― Giannina Braschi, Empire of Dreams