The Art of Job Hunting Quotes

“My mom gave up her dreams so I could have mine.”
― Anastasia Helena Fenald, The Art of Job Hunting: A Dramedy in Verse

“Home is looking at a small town and walking into a time capsule. Home is stifling, suffocating, but a familiar handprint.”
― Anastasia Helena Fenald, The Art of Job Hunting: A Dramedy in Verse

“My mom goes through life walking on the shards of broken promises with a child she didn't plan from a man she didn't want to spend forever with.”
― Anastasia Helena Fenald, The Art of Job Hunting: A Dramedy in Verse

“A moment of silence for all the armed women forgotten, their rapes and deaths unaccounted for on military bases. Fort Hood a breeding ground of pain, for no one talks about why women must walk in 2x2 formation to gun powder their noses in the little girls' room Their bodies are another liberty little boys lay claim to.”
― Anastasia Helena Fenald, The Art of Job Hunting: A Dramedy in Verse

“I am reminded that job hunting is not for the weak, not for the meek and for timid little children dressed in college robes because we are only prey of the capitalist machine. We are only deer stalked with disappointment shot through our futures. We are only naive little things to think our art will start a revolution. We are only preschool chalk masquerading as oil paint.”
― Anastasia Helena Fenald, The Art of Job Hunting: A Dramedy in Verse

“A moment of silence for all the baby boys who can't scrub the blood off their hands. It follows them from overseas; it follows them in their dreams, and baby boys become men on the battlefield. Same hands that once held their innocence as they played in the park. Same hands that grow withered. Same hands that know how to pick a gun apart.”
― Anastasia Helena Fenald, The Art of Job Hunting: A Dramedy in Verse

“A moment of silence for all the men, for the baby boys barely 18, who fight for freedom at the cost of their souls. Little boys with blood on their hands the moment they graduate boot camp.”
― Anastasia Helena Fenald, The Art of Job Hunting: A Dramedy in Verse

“A moment of silence for all the boys left broken in a sandbox called Afghanistan; at the swings called Iraq; by the pool of Japan; in the football field of France; in all the places baby boys play,”
― Anastasia Helena Fenald, The Art of Job Hunting: A Dramedy in Verse

“We continue to operate in a deficit. Everything is more expensive now, and it requires that we do so much more to achieve a similar prosperity. Year after year, companies have recorded record profits, but the dollars in our pockets are worth less now”
― Anastasia Helena Fenald, The Art of Job Hunting: A Dramedy in Verse

“A moment of silence for all the boys, for all the men who lost a limb, who lost trigger fingers and whole legs, who lost years off their lives, divorced their husbands and wives. Left war more villain than hero, left war with more demons than angels. who deprecated in value and America traded them in.”
― Anastasia Helena Fenald, The Art of Job Hunting: A Dramedy in Verse