Mariana

“I’ve given up condemning that streak of anarchy that was injected into us- into your blood and mine- by someone who wanted us fierce and unyielding, even a little, but I’m starting to wonder. Long before conceiving us, when she was nothing but a wave of pleasure in her own mother’s belly( not even a fetal reality, or a spurt of semen shared by two living people just at the moment when pleasure explodes into delirium, but a mere body sprawled on these white sheets, unable to contain the strength of desire), long before all that, tell me, do you think she already wanted us the way we are?”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb

“(When I am walking, and I stop, I always think of my favorite poet and the deep rebellion in those words. You make your way by walking; no one else can do it for you. You can’t take a path someone else has made. And yet I had always walked along your path. What a fool I was, to think you’d always be there to clear the way.)”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb

“Life: never extinguished, simply traveling, from one perfect creation to the next. Pale flakes drift up around the undead and the dying, all of them heedless to the rising drifts, the pressing cold. Stars wheel and gyre mindlessly in the heavens above us. Branches dislodge their heavy wintery burden, anointing the heads of wolves with silver crowns. And all the terrors of the night have vanished, valiant Mina, deep into the obsidian oblivion of a sudden sleep. Is this not the most beautiful of all countries? Is this not the most wondrous of all nights?”
― Livia Llewellyn, Furnace

“Without Mother there, all of our psychological mechanisms were rusting from lack of use. Without hate, what good was our love?”
― Agustín Gómez Arcos, The Carnivorous Lamb