Memistoker

“I don’t think I have as many friends as I thought I did, not close ones, not many who I connect with on that deep level of language that doesn’t just allow us to be ourselves with each other but allows us to be understood, even when we’re not saying anything.

Silence—awkward or comfortable—is a language too. Awkward silence screams, “We have nothing in common.” Comfortable silence proves just how much we do.”
― Erin McCahan, Love and Other Foreign Words

“Todo puede ser tan hermoso, todo puede ser tan fértil, tan imprevisible, cuesta creer que sea obra de algún dios. El lenguaje es mío. Es mi derecho, me corresponde una parte de él. Vino a mí, yo no lo busqué, por lo tanto, es mío. Me lo heredó mi madre, lo despilfarró mi padre. Voy a destruirlo, a enfermarlo, a confundirlo, a incomodarlo, voy a desplazarlo y a hacerlo renacer tantas veces como sean necesarias, un renacimiento por cada cosa bien hecha en este mundo.”
― Camila Sosa Villada, Las malas

“Lo que la naturaleza no te da, el infierno te lo presta.”
― Camila Sosa Villada, Las malas

“You realize I can never sleep under this blanket with this thread as it is. The thought of it would plague me all night.'
'Were you going to?' he asks, looking over his shoulder at me.
'Well, I'm not going to now.'
'Suggesting you were going to at some point?'
'Suggesting no matter where I sleep in the future, it will not be under this blanket.'
'I was not aware our friendship included sleepovers,' he says. 'Will we be doing each other's hair as well?'
'Yes. I long to see you in an up-do.”
― Erin McCahan, Love and Other Foreign Words