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  • #1
    Fernanda Melchor
    “Eso es lo que dicen las mujeres del pueblo: que no hay tesoro ahí dentro, que no hay oro ni plata ni diamantes ni nada más que un dolor punzante que se niega a disolverse.”
    Fernanda Melchor, Hurricane Season

  • #2
    André Aciman
    “I suddenly realized that we were on borrowed time, that time is always borrowed, and that the lending agency exacts its premium precisely when we are least prepared to pay and need to borrow more...”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #3
    Fernanda Melchor
    “Dicen que en realidad nunca murió, porque las brujas nunca mueren tan fácil. Dicen que en el último momento, antes de que los muchachos aquellos la apuñalaran, ella alcanzó a lanzar un conjuro para convertirse en otra cosa: en un
    lagarto o un conejo que corrió a refugiarse a lo más profundo del monte. O en el milano gigante que apareció en el cielo días después del asesinato: un animal enorme que volaba en círculos sobre los sembradíos y que luego se posaba sobre las ramas de los árboles a mirar con ojos colorados a la gente que pasaba debajo, como con ganas de abrir el pico y hablarles.”
    Fernanda Melchor, Hurricane Season

  • #4
    André Aciman
    “Did I want him to act? Or would I prefer a lifetime of longing provided we both kept this little Ping-Pong game going: not knowing, not-not-knowing, not-not-not-knowing? Just be quiet, say nothing, and if you can't say "yes," don't say "no," say "later." Is this why people say "maybe" when they mean "yes," but hope you'll think it's "no" when all they really mean is, Please, just ask me once more, and once more after that?
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #5
    André Aciman
    “We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!”
    Andre Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #6
    André Aciman
    “We had the stars, you and I. And this is given once only.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #7
    André Aciman
    “I'm like you,' he said. 'I remember everything.'

    I stopped for a second. If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #8
    André Aciman
    “Is it better to speak or die?”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #9
    André Aciman
    “And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we'll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #10
    André Aciman
    “He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #11
    André Aciman
    “If I could have him like this in my dreams every night of my life, I'd stake my entire life on dreams and be done with the rest.”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #12
    André Aciman
    “Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there's sorrow. I don't envy the pain. But I envy you the pain. (p. 225)”
    André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

  • #13
    Renée Ahdieh
    “What are you doing to me, you plague of a girl?” he whispered.
    “If I’m a plague, then you should keep your distance, unless you plan on being destroyed.” The weapons still in her grasp, she shoved against his chest.
    “No.” His hands dropped to her waist. “Destroy me.”
    Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

  • #14
    Renée Ahdieh
    “Shazi,

    I prefer the color blue to any other. The scent of lilacs in your hair is a source of constant torment. I despise figs. Lastly, I will never forget, all the days of my life, the memories of last night—
    For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.

    Khalid.”
    Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

  • #15
    Patrick Ness
    Stories are wild creatures, the monster said. When you let them loose, who knows what havoc they might wreak?
    Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

  • #16
    Patrick Ness
    Stories are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and hunt.
    Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

  • #17
    Patrick Ness
    “There is not always a good guy. Nor is there always a bad one. Most people are somewhere in between.”
    Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

  • #18
    Patrick Ness
    Sometimes people need to lie to themselves most of all.
    Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

  • #19
    Patrick Ness
    Many things that are true feel like a cheat. Kingdoms get the princes they deserve, farmers’ daughters die for no reason, and sometimes witches merit saving. Quite often, actually. You’d be surprised.
    Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

  • #20
    Florence Welch
    “To give yourself over to another body
    That’s all you want really
    To be out of your own and consumed by another
    To swim inside the skin of your lover
    Not have to breathe
    Not have to think
    But you can’t live on love
    And salt water’s no drink
    We're dying of thirst so we feast on each other
    The sea is still our violent mother
    The blood round here pours down like water
    Each wave a lamb lead to the slaughter
    And like children that she just can’t teach
    We break, and break, and break
    And break ourselves upon the beach- Body of Water”
    Florence Welch, Useless Magic: Lyrics and Poetry



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