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“I met Rob in Austin, Texas. He was hitchhiking to California and I was driving to California, so it seemed like a perfect match. He had long blond hair and blue eyes and golden skin and so did I. It was like falling in love with myself.”
― Lorena Cassady

“The history of the United States is a history of settler colonialism—the founding of a state based on the ideology of white supremacy, the widespread practice of African slavery, and a policy of genocide and land theft.”
― Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz, An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States

“Columbus Day is still a federal holiday despite Columbus never having set foot on any territory ever claimed by the United States.”
― Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz, An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States

“When you got back to his apartment, the flamenco dancers were still stomping around in the restaurant upstairs. Moriarity pushed a bottle of cheap Sauterne and sliced salami across the kitchen table. A large cockroach fell from the top of the refrigerator and landed with a click on the scarred linoleum floor. You lifted both your feet and curled your toes.”
― Lorena Cassady, Her Perilous Journey

“Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.”
― Annie Dillard

“I saw the priest take note of the time. What time was it? Then I felt his finger on my forehead. And I realized, whatever time it was, that it was the last moment of my life as an Episcopalian.”
― Lorena Cassady, Her Perilous Journey

“Charlie drove up before any of the other boys, substituting speed for style, and hit the curb. His right front tire fell off and the hub ground against the asphalt of the driveway, sending a shower of sparks into the sea of taffeta and chintz. Girls banged into each other like pool balls, trying to avoid bursting into flame.”
― Lorena Cassady, Her Perilous Journey

“Papa, a skilled physician, knew just what to give me. First, a shot of paregoric, a powerful tincture of opium, followed with a shot or two of gin. I haven't experienced a menstrual cramp yet that could survive this onslaught.”
― Lorena Cassady, Her Perilous Journey