Anton

“It is creation at the whim of client, strategy, and customer acquisition, yes, but creation is still thinking, and it is a joy to be paid to think. To be valued, even if minuscule, for her mind. How lucky she is.”
― Jade Song, I Love You Don't Die

“Then isn’t there something wrong in a house—in a world—where all dreams, good or bad, must depend on the death of a man? I never thought to see you like this, Alaiyo. You! Your brother made a mistake and you are grateful to him so that now you can give up the ailing human race on account of it! You talk about what good is struggle, what good is anything! Where are we all going and why are we bothering!”
― Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun

“It’s not a mathematical process, of course—a labor of love never is—and a few of the hoops clack together as they slip down, only to be caught up in the dam of silk threads until she can jar them loose. She sheds everywhere, strands of silk in single filaments that shine along the ground like something from a fever dream, every color so expertly dyed it casts a halo against the asphalt as it falls. Once or twice threads catch and sink in a cluster all at once, and a hoop will clatter to the ground, so as she steps out of it she leaves behind a circled map to a place no one will ever reach.”
― Genevieve Valentine, La beauté sans vertu

“This is not my tribe. I have spent the last half hour in the company of women who have husbands, uncles, and fathers. I have a father, too, but he rejects the most important thing in my life, even as I reject the most important thing in his.”
― Thrity Umrigar, Missing Sam