Wesley Vangilder

“One time there was a girl. Her name was Jane. She was a little baby. And she had a blanket. It was a small blanket. It was pink, and soft, and warm. In the morning she woke up. And the first thing she did was to touch the blanket, and it felt soft and warm when she put her fingers on it. Jane loved her pink blanket.”
― Arthur Miller, Jane's Blanket

“The belief that we somehow moved on to something else - whether still recognisably ourselves, or quite thoroughly changed - might be a tribute to our evolutionary tenacity and our animal thirst for life, but not to our wisdom. That saw a value beyond itself; in intelligence, knowledge and wit as concepts - wherever and by whoever expressed - not just in its own personal manifestation of those qualities, and so could contemplate its own annihilation with equanimity, and suffer it with grace; it was only a sort of sad selfishness that demanded the continuation of the individual spirit in the vanity and frivolity of a heaven.”
― Iain Banks

“...el día que los hombres tengan miedo de que les laceren la polla a golpe de cúter cuando acosen a una chica, seguro que de repente sabrán controlar mejor sus pasiones –masculinas- y comprender lo que quiere decir –no-.”
― Virginie Despentes, King Kong théorie

“Families were like oceans. You never knew what was under the surface, in the parts you hadn’t seen.”
― Kelly Braffet, Save Yourself