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"I just think some women aren't made to be mothers. And some women aren't made to be daughters."

"No, the girl had to apologize too, to the class.
"Young ladies must be in control of their bodies because boys are not."'

“They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to periwinkle outlook Depression to me is urine yellow. Washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.”

“Sometimes I can hear the words squabbling at each other across my body. Up on my shoulder, panty calling down to cherry on the inside of my right ankle. On the underside of a big toe, sew uttering muffled threats to baby, just under my left breast. I can quiet them down by thinking of vanish, always hushed and regal, lording over the other words from the safety of the nape of my neck.”

“Marian died on my thirteenth birthday. (…) I remember not being that surprised. She'd been dying for as long as I could remember.”

“Every phrase had to be captured on paper or it wasn't real, it slipped away. Id see the words hanging in midair (…) and anxiety coiled up in me as they began to fade, like jet exhaust. Writing them down, though, I had them. No worries that they'd become extinct.”

“The problem started long before that, of course. Problems always start long before you really, really see them.”

“I am a very special case. I have a purpose. My
skin, you see, screams.”

“Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own.”

“I know the wisdom, that no parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backward. But it's the only way to truly keep your child. Kids grow up, they forge more potent allegiances. They find a spouse or a lover. They will not be buried with you. The Keenes, however, will remain the purest form
of family. Underground.”

“Gyu-ho died several times in my short stories. (…) Gyu-ho became a straight man, a gay man, a woman, a child, a soldier. (…) And as a dead person, he became the object of my love, my reminiscences, my dreams-always an object. In my memories, Gyu-ho is cold, perfectly frozen in time. That is how my memories of him are preserved under glass, safe and pristine, forever apart from me.”

“Whenever I failed to write what I'd wanted to write, or despaired that there were so many things in this world that seemed within reach but really weren't, Gyu-ho bought me takeout dinners of Japanese curry or fried rice.”

“(…) Because life had always been eager to fail my expectations, no matter how low I set them.”

“He slept like a dead man, just like always. Why did he never make a sound when he slept? Like he was afraid of being a nuisance to others. Like he was a burden, no matter how long we had lived together. Was that my fault or his fault, or just something neither of us could do anything about?”

Kylie = HIV/AIDS

“I've had Kylie for five years, which means she's like family to me. Maybe even more family than family. We share the same blood vessels, partake of the same nourishment, draw the same breath - she is me, in other words. Another me. She'll be me until I die, even after I die. And she has to be mine alone…”

“I came to the realization that life was merely the forward motion of going from one's first hospital room to one's last.”

“I was already thirty, a legal adult for ten years, and was old enough to know that my mother did not exist solely to hinder my existence but was a person in her own right who had fought hard making her way through life. She just happened to be unlucky. (…) I knew this, but the feeling that she was the source of all my problems kept nagging at me.”

este livro é tão rápido (não num mau sentido)

já estou a amar

“There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved
for the road.”