Dexter Wilkens

“The ceiling of languages is falling down. Either add to this rubble or shove at least some of it away.
Liberty, shit. The liberty to starve. The liberty to speak words to which no one listens. The liberty to get diseases no doctor treats or can cure. The liberty to live in conditions cockroaches wouldn't touch except to die in. The liberty to be an eighty-three-year-old Ukranian shuffling around in her slippers among the cat shit in the slum building hallway-'Is there a landlord here? Is there light anywhere?”
― Kathy Acker, Empire of the Senseless

“I mean, nobody tells you sex is going to be so _noisy_, do they? ...”
― Iain Banks, The Crow Road

“What I mean is this: Prozac has rather minimal side effects, the lithium has a few more, but basically the pair keep me functioning as a sane human being, at least most of the time. And I can’t help feeling that anything that works so effectively, that’s so transformative, has got to be hurting me at another end, maybe sometime further down the road. I can just hear the words inoperable brain cancer being whispered to me by some physician twenty years from now.”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

“¿Por qué nadie ha inventado el equivalente a Ikea para cuidar a los niños, el equivalente de Macintosh para hacer las tareas domésticas? La organización de la colectividad sigue siendo una prerrogativa masculina.”
― Virginie Despentes, King Kong théorie