Marta Castro

“Su memoria se ha encogido. Su memoria, ahora, es tan pequeña que le cabe en un puño. Las reliquias sentimentales, se dice, no merecen la eternidad.”
― Sara Mesa, Un amor

“Never love a wild thing... you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up... . If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”
― George Axelrod

“Y cuando una cosa –cualquier cosa– se mira muy de cerca, siempre se acaba amándola.”
― Sara Mesa, Cara de pan