Mark

“Gloria Anzaldúa, who revolutionised the Chicana writing of her generation, called the border ‘una herida abierta – an open wound – where the Third World grates against the First and bleeds. And before a scab forms, it haemorrhages again, the lifeblood of two countries merging to form a third country – a border culture.”
― Ed Vulliamy, Amexica: War Along the Borderline

“She sings on and on, while the house is discreetly dusted all around her and, in the concealed and subterranean kitchen, a naked duck, limp and faintly steaming, spreads its pimpled legs on a draining board.”
― Michel Faber, The Crimson Petal and the White

“What do you do when you're wound up?' she asked. 'Do you play that drum?'. 'No,' said the child. 'We used to dance.' 'But now we walk,' said the father. 'And behind us an enemy walks faster.' 'That's life,' said Euterpe.”
― Russell Hoban, The Mouse and His Child

“could tell that one of the Russian proverbs he loved was on the way. ‘The only place with free cheese is a mousetrap”
― A.D. Miller