tormentademar's reviews
120 reviews

“In order to be accepted in a more polarised world, our heroines must become more obscene, casting aside what is polite, civilised, acceptable, in order to swoop down and grab what is rightfully theirs.
We will not wait to be offered the leftovers from the feast. We will arrive in a whirl of wings and talons and pick off what belongs to us. Yes, we are angry, yes we are making a noise about it, and yes, we are hungry for change. We are harpies.”

“The process begins with the individual woman’s acceptance that American women, without exception, are socialized to be racist, classist and sexist, in varying degrees, and that labeling ourselves feminists does not change the fact that we must consciously work to rid ourselves of the legacy of negative socialization.”

“Hace días que tengo la sensación de olvidar algo, no he podido averiguar qué.”

“I want to walk away from my bones and set them down on a counter like my keys after work.
Let my skin sink into the armchair and lose its shape. Lose its form. Collapse into a sigh.”

“It is a long story, and it does no credit to anyone: there is murder in it, and trickery, lies and foolishness, seduction and pursuit. Listen.”

“they made out on one of the bumpy sofas in the glow of the street-light to the accompaniment of police sirens haring by
it was the closest she’d come to making love to herself
it was another coming home “

“Resistir implica la existencia de una agresión, resistir desgasta: estamos orgullos de los quinientos años de resistencia pero lo ideal es que viviéramos en un país en el que no hubiera motivos para resistir y ese país es el que nos interesa construir: un país en el que no sea necesario resistir para hablar nuestras lenguas, ni sea necesario resistir para ser lo que somos.“

2.5

“para mí los goces del espíritu consisten en un libro, en un hoja, en una página; sólo los libros pueden hacernos soportable y hasta deliciosa una larga noche de invierno, y hacernos llevar una dichosa vida que reanime todos nuestros miembros.”

“Nos imaginamos la eternidad (...) como algo inmenso e inconcebible. Pero ¿Por qué ha de ser así necesariamente? ¿Y si, en vez de esto, fuera un cuchitril, uno de esos cuartos de baño lugareños, ennegrecidos por el humo y con telas de araña en todos los rincones? Le confieso que así me la imagino yo a veces.”