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“El miedo era un hombre que huía de su propia sombra. Era una mujer con auriculares que solamente podía oir por ellos su propio terror. El miedo era un solipsista, un narcisista, era ciego a todo lo que no fuera él mismo. El miedo era más fuerte que la ética, más fuerte que el discernimiento, más fuerte que la responsabilidad y que la civilización. El miedo era un animal lanzado a la carrera que pisoteaba niños mientras huía de sí mismo. El miedo era un fanático, un tirano, un cobarde, un enajenado y una puta. El miedo era una bala que le apuntaba al corazón.”
― Salman Rushdie, Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights

“Era lento el asunto. No solo les tocaba despejar el peso de la presencia real de los hombres, sino la del juez interiorizado, el hombrecito menudo, que con el índice siempre enrostrado y cara de padre, o cura, o tío o hermano estaba plantado como un busto augusto y austero en medio de los parques umbrosos de los cerebros femeninos, recordándoles o que eran hijas de Eva: pecadoras; hijas de mala madre: putas; hijas de la Barbie: idiotas; hijas de la Virgen María: niñas decentes; hijas de madres mejores que ellas que no se creían las divinas garzas: mujeres calladas y bien portadas... La ristra de modelos femeninos santificados o despreciados eran retratos planos, de una sola dimensión; o esto o lo otro; por norma general negaban la totalidad de lo que significaba ser mujer.”
― Gioconda Belli

“In a certain light, feminism is just the long, slow realization that the stuff you love hates you”
― Lindy West

“You only have to look back five years to see a different world and, by extension, tangible proof that culture is ours to shape, if we try.”
― Lindy West, Shrill: Notes from a Loud Woman

“I am not a cynic. I love you, I love the world and I love it more with every new inch I discover. But you are a black boy, and you must be responsible for your body in a way that other boys cannot know. Indeed, you must be responsible for the worst actions of other black bodies, which, somehow, will always be assigned to you. And you must be responsible for the bodies of the powerful-the policeman who cracks you with a nightstick will quickly find his excuse in your furtive movements. And this is not reducible to just you-the women around you must be responsible for their bodies in a way that you never will know.”
― Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me

“As we drove back to Enugu, I laughed loudly,above Fela's stringent singing. I laughed because Nsukka's untarred roads coat cars with dust in the harmattan and with sticky mud in the rainy season. Because the tarred roads spring potholes like surprise presents and the air smells of hills and history and the sunlight scatters the sand and turns it into gold dust. Because Nsukka could free something deep inside your belly that would rise up to your throat and come out as freedom song. As laughter.(299)”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Purple Hibiscus

“She was used to this, being grabbed by men who walked around in a cloud of cologne-drenched entitlement, with the presumption that, because they were powerful and found her beautiful, they belonged together.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun

“This was love: a string of coincidences that gathered significance and became miracles.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun

“What she must feel for him was an awed fear. Whether or not Mama had told her to go to his room, she had not said no to Odenigbo because she had not even considered that she could say no. Odenigbo made a drunken pass and she submitted willingly and promptly. He was the master, he spoke English, he had a car. It was the way it should be.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun

“What I need is perspective. The illusion of depth, created by a frame, the arrangement of shapes on a flat surface. Perspective is necessary. Otherwise there are only two dimensions. Otherwise you live with your face squashed up against a wall, everything a huge foreground, of details, close-ups, hairs, the weave of the bedsheet, the molecules of the face. Your own skin like a map, a diagram of futility, criscrossed with tiny roads that lead nowhere. Otherwise you live in the moment. Which is not where I want to be.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

“The newspaper stories were like dreams to us, bad dreams dreamt by others. How awful, we would say, and they were, but they were awful without being believable. They were too melodramatic, they had a dimension that was not the dimension of our lives. We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

“Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in a splash, light blue, light mauve, and the darker ones, velvet and purple, black cat's ears in the sun, indigo shadow, and the bleeding hearts, so female in shape it was a surprise they'd not long since been rooted out. There is something subversive about this garden of Serena's, a sense of buried things bursting upwards, wordlessly, into the light, as if to point, to say: Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard, though silently.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

“When I was in high school, I would drive into Seattle to see bands and sip coffee late into the night, and I always ended up taking the long way home. I'd be a little anxious about stalling my Datsun on one of the hills around the city, so when I saw Denny Way, I always turned onto it, even though it led away from my home to Seattle's Capitol Hill district. From there I navigated winding hills and eventually ended up at home. A quick look at a map would have revealed the freeway that heads straight to my house, but since my circuitous route was familiar, I stuck to it. I should have known better, but I was just a kid. What excuse does the richest nation on earth have for driving around in the dark like an adolescent? Just because our familiar arguments over how best to help families and the economy lead us along well-trod paths doesn't make them the best ones we could be taking.”
― Heather Boushey, Finding Time: The Economics of Work-Life Conflict

“Too often we're told that advocates of new policies are putting values of fairness above practical concerns, while supporters of laissez-faire are the ones who are serious about the economy. This isn't correct. For today's economy, the question is not whether we should help families with handouts; it's how to help families so they can thrive as workers and consumers. To boost long-term economic growth, businesses need a highly skilled workforce, ready and able to work. In today's economy, where most workers also have care responsibilities, this means we must find ways to address conflicts between work and life. These conflicts aren't trivial private travails; they're serious economic problems.”
― Heather Boushey, Finding Time: The Economics of Work-Life Conflict

“...the belief that the threat of rape is everywhere, that it can happen at any time, that it is the worst fate that can befall women, is enough to make us police ourselves and restrict our own mobility. But on the other hand, feminists also want to demystify rape, to begin to see it not as a unique and life-destroying form of violation from which one can never recover, but as (merely) another kind of violence against person.”
― Nivedita Menon, Seeing Like a Feminist