tormentademar's reviews
120 reviews

“Many will rant and rave against the garment fate has woven for them, but they pick it up and don it all the same, and most wear it to the end of their days. You... you would rather go naked into the storm.”

“Sunk in the grass of an empty lot on a spring Saturday, I split the stems of milkweed and thought about ants and peach pits and death and where the world went when I closed my eyes.”

“When the memory of one's predecessors is buried, the assumption persists that there were none and each generation of women believes itself to be faced with the burden of doing everything for the first time. And if no one ever did it before, if no woman was ever that socially sacred creature, "a great writer," why do we think we can succeed now?”

“It is that time he cannot realize—he is still alive. He is laughing and his face is bright-glaring with happiness because he is alive and cannot imagine any time when he will be not-alive for (it is said) no animal can comprehend its own death.”

“Le había empezado a doler la cabeza y, como siempre antes de una migraña, tenía pequeñas alucinaciones. Ahora mismo, por ejemplo, la luz tenue de las estrellas producía un reflejo raro, una especie de muesca que se sacudía y se abría, la primera flor. Las flores negras que crecen en el cielo. De pronto, la presencia de su padre fue tan abrumadora que lo adivinó de pie detrás de él, pero no tuvo miedo. Levantó la mano sana, a ver si sentía que su padre podía tocarlo.”

“Is love this misguided need to have you beside me most of the time? Is love this safety I feel in our silences? Is it this belonging, this completeness?”

“I never forget anything: not a name, not a face, not an action.”

“Every man has his excuses, and the more vile the man becomes, the more touching the story has to be. What is my story now, I wonder?”