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No, no me había curado: el amor es una
enfermedad en un mundo en que lo único natural es el odio.

Nadie escoge cómo nace, en dónde nace, cuándo nace, de quiénes nace.

“If you want to help, great. If not, please go through your logs and try to find something that explains what the hell happened over the last five months and eight days.”

“Por mucho que me encantara ese lugar la vida no da tales oportunidades a menudo y yo no podía seguir flotando entre la realidad y la irrealidad para siempre.”

“That was what I wanted more than being alive. What I had always wanted, at the very heart of myself.
To love and be loved – for who I really am.”

“I thought of all the unexpected ways in which she had become important to me, and all the ways in which I’d failed to save her.”

La militancia alegre no constituye una perspectiva fija o un ideal al que aspirar, sino un proceso vivo de lucha transformadora.

No hace falta ser amigos, ni siquiera tenemos que pensar igual, para tejer alianzas y unirnos a una lucha histórica.

Me encontraba en el mundo como si no formara parte de él ni el de mí.

Contra Flaubert

Flaubert soñó a Emma Bovary,
pero puede decirse, con toda certeza,
que Emma Bovary jamás soñó a Flaubert.

(Al final de sus días, Flaubert estaba
harto de la fama de Madame Bovary.
Era más célebre que él).”


Aquella noche
Cristina Peri Rossi

“después de los cuarenta,
todos son posmodernos.”

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Aquella noche
Cristina Peri Rossi

“Y la pobre mujer se quedó sola, y a la hora del crepúsculo se arrodillaba y suplicaba”

“A place that was so viscerally mine, shared with her.”

“Era hermoso. No pudo evitar pensarlo cuando lo vio por primera vez a la luz del sol. Era monstruosamente hermoso.”

“No eran los aullidos de alguien enloquecido por el miedo, sino las lágrimas de un ser humano que comprendía y se afligía de su propia soledad.”

The French authorities decided to catalogue a list of fifteen signs of demonic possession. They’re included in the pamphlet here:

To think oneself possessed.
To lead a wicked life.
To live outside the rules of society.
To be persistently ill, falling into heavy sleep.
To utter obscenities and blasphemies.
To be troubled with spirits.
To show a frightening and horrible countenance.

“ ‘Once again, I would like us to hold up a magnifying glass to that shimmering thread between author and reader. ”

“el mundo se había vuelto pequeño y había resultado difícil, imposible, esconderse. ”

Learning to control your anger is a lifelong pursuit. Yet it is a pursuit worth the effort. Anger left to run free is like wildfire, indiscriminate in its destruction. But if you learn to tame it, to position it, to take aim with it? Then it becomes a candle. And what is the candle but one of man’s greatest assets? It warms. It nourishes. It shines a light in the darkest of places.

“God, even when I was trying to be sickly sweet, I was still kind of a bitch”

“Anima eius requiescat in pace. Amen.”

Son horas en las que todo es posible, tanto lo bueno como lo malo.

“I believe that the Gothic has an almost supernatural power to corrupt. To unravel, to violate, to deprave.”

“Because as much as I liked to pretend otherwise, I needed companionship. I needed company, and comfort, and affection.”

Excerpt From
The Society for Soulless Girls
Laura Steven