Mariana

“I don’t know if you follow me, my dear, but it’s simple: what would be the use of all those parlors, if we didn’t create ghosts to inhabit them? Believe it or not, when I sometimes tell you to stay out of my parlor, it isn’t to make you angry. Quite the contrary, it’s to spare you infection. At times, I dream you’re a lady, like me. And I do it just when I want to hurt you.”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb

“You had been wanted, waited for, created and recreated like one of her embroideries, or like all the first notes of the pieces she played on her piano. I was conceived in carelessness, by accident.”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb

“From the moment Mother first told me ‘’ I never wanted you’’ I undertook to go back in my past to a time before I was born. And I began to understand. She started resenting me the day my fetus swelled her body too much for her to bend elegantly over her damned rosebuch. But I understood that my desire for revenge was too facile, too romantic. I have gone further. I have reached love, or rather the death of love. A commonplace tragedy.”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb

“My dear, you know that a little girl is a lie, a lie that grows a little every day, but never in the same direction. She’s a chameleon lie, like an artificial flower injected every season with a chemical to make it change color - white today, black tomorrow, day after day, alas, she reaches a point where she shows the world a neutral, undefinable color. She doesn’t stop being a flower, only now, my dear, she is hidden, secret. A hypocritical flower. Forever.”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb