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“My irritation began mounting as he and Arnold volleyed Leslie's unchallenging, simplistic questions. "Do you feel intimidated by women taking up more space in the art world?" What fucking space? I thought. We were given the corners men deemed too dark and dusty. "How do you think the softness of women's work helps to reinforce the linearity of men's art practices?" Who the fuck said women's art existed to do or say anything about men's art practices?

"Leslie, this might be controversial to say here," Jack said, with the air of a provocateur, and I could feel the room -- the men, especially -- lean in toward him, eager to lap up the crap he was about to serve. "Because I admire what you've done. But should this gallery even exist?”
― Xóchitl González, Anita de Monte Laughs Last

“I found Shaw's place easy enough, but had to drive past the address and park around the corner to avoid the residential parking signs and all the dib holders -- old office chairs, busted baby strollers, orange traffic cones -- sitting in shoveled-out spots, waiting for their shovelers' return. The practice of saving your spot on a city street was technically illegal, but so were a lot of things the city let slide until somebody made a big stink about it and ruined it for everybody else.”
― Tracy Clark

“You'd think she'd be relieved," I said. "From what I hear, he beat the shit out of her."

"Not at first. She was crazy about him when he first got out. Still is, actually."

"That's probably why she called him the world's biggest asshole at the funeral," I remarked.”
― Sue Grafton, D is for Deadbeat

“Catastrophe can be a course correction, you know?”
― Xóchitl González, Anita de Monte Laughs Last