Paulina

“In a certain light, feminism is just the long, slow realization that the stuff you love hates you”
― Lindy West

“El miedo era un hombre que huía de su propia sombra. Era una mujer con auriculares que solamente podía oir por ellos su propio terror. El miedo era un solipsista, un narcisista, era ciego a todo lo que no fuera él mismo. El miedo era más fuerte que la ética, más fuerte que el discernimiento, más fuerte que la responsabilidad y que la civilización. El miedo era un animal lanzado a la carrera que pisoteaba niños mientras huía de sí mismo. El miedo era un fanático, un tirano, un cobarde, un enajenado y una puta. El miedo era una bala que le apuntaba al corazón.”
― Salman Rushdie, Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights

“The newspaper stories were like dreams to us, bad dreams dreamt by others. How awful, we would say, and they were, but they were awful without being believable. They were too melodramatic, they had a dimension that was not the dimension of our lives. We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

“This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun