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“My irritation began mounting as he and Arnold volleyed Leslie's unchallenging, simplistic questions. "Do you feel intimidated by women taking up more space in the art world?" What fucking space? I thought. We were given the corners men deemed too dark and dusty. "How do you think the softness of women's work helps to reinforce the linearity of men's art practices?" Who the fuck said women's art existed to do or say anything about men's art practices?

"Leslie, this might be controversial to say here," Jack said, with the air of a provocateur, and I could feel the room -- the men, especially -- lean in toward him, eager to lap up the crap he was about to serve. "Because I admire what you've done. But should this gallery even exist?”
― Xóchitl González, Anita de Monte Laughs Last

“Bernice sat in the chair by the window day after day, knitting a pearl-white sweater for Rog, a sweater she later admitted to me she didn't care if he ever wore or liked; she was knitting to keep him alive.”
― Paul Monette, Borrowed Time: An AIDS Memoir

“Anna wondered what it was that was so alienating about cars. Somehow, more than any othter machine, they seemed to create a world of their own, a mobile pack-rat midden full of personal artifacts that utterly separated man from the natural environment he hurtled through.”
― Nevada Barr, Ill Wind

“I had a nightmare," I tell her.

"I read that bad dreams can be caused by eating before bed."

"Good to know," I say, although I'm pretty sure my dreams of Vivian were caused by her diary and not what little I ate last night.”
― Riley Sager, The Last Time I Lied