Andrea Phillips

“There're no homeless.”
― San Mateo, San Mateo: Proof of The Divine

“I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadows.”
― Whitney Houston

“Life is free, food grows on trees.”
― Matthew Edward Hall, San Mateo: Proof of The Divine

“For years, he devoted the whole of his energy, twelve hours a day, seven days a week, to mathematics. He did not read newspapers, watch television or go to the cinema. He liked ugly women, squalid apartments, dilapidated rooms. He worked cloistered in a cold office with flaking paint falling from the walls, his back turned to the only window, with pen and paper on his desk and only four objects as decoration: his mother’s death mask, a small wire sculpture of a goat, a jar of Spanish olives, and a charcoal portrait of his father, drawn in Le Vernet concentration camp.”
― Benjamín Labatut, When We Cease to Understand the World