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“I don't see how you can claim to own a place and treat it so poor, there are methods of getting what you want without tearing at the land like a pack of wild dogs.”
― C Pam Zhang, How Much of These Hills Is Gold

“—Que me da lástima porque me encariñé con los personajes. Y ahora se terminó, y es como si estuvieran muertos.”
― Manuel Puig, El beso de la mujer araña

“Si hallas en un camino a un niño robando manzanas y a un viejo sordo con un acordeón, recuerda que yo soy el niño, las manzanas y el anciano. No me hagas daño persiguiendo al niño, no le pegues al viejo vagabundo, no eches al río las manzanas.”
― Pablo Neruda, Antología poética (AUSTRAL EDICIONES ESPECIALES)

“He dropped my hand, and I knew that he was moments away from kicking the door down like a crazy, deranged sol, so I quickly raised my fist and knocked. They all turned to stare at me, looking like I’d just stolen their favourite toy and ripped its head off. “What?” I asked defensively. “Just trying to be polite.” “We’re here to kill her,” Siret reminded me, his voice a frustrated groan. “Don’t see why we can’t kill her politely,”
― Jaymin Eve, Trickery