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Miriam Toews

Irma Voth

  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    looked at the wall and the gecko was gone. We had sunlight and traffic noise and breath. We had art. We had each other. We had ourselves. We had memories and we had lies. Those were the difficult-to-insure contents of our room.
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    I wondered why it happened so often in life that just as you secured one corner of the tent another one would flap loose in the wind.
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    We were tired and hungry, the usual problems of waking life
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    understood the enormous risk of telling the truth, how the telling could result in every level of hell reigning down on you, your skin scorched to the bone and then bone to ash and then nothing but a lingering odour of shame and decomposition, but now I was also beginning to understand the new and alien feeling of taking the risk and having the person on the other end of the telling, the listener, say:
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    hen we landed the three of us moved dreamlike through the artificial world of the airport and then out and into the real world of Mexico City and for the first time in a million years it occurred to me that my chest wasn’t hurting and it was as though I were experiencing a strange, foreign feeling like bliss or something
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    ne minute you’re jumping in the sparkly waves for the first time in your life and completely unable to stop laughing and the next you’re shedding the useless lining of your uterus and smearing messages in blood in porcelain bowls and sandy beaches. Words of shame like I’m sorry about this mess and the smell and I don’t know why the hell I’m crying on such a beautiful summer day.
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    I was hoping we’d find some little street to live on that straddled eternities
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    I guess that’s how the world works. How it sucks you in by being all beautiful just when you’re ready to leave.
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    had asked a good question. And not only had I finally asked a good question, I had asked a good question of someone I was trying to be friends with as opposed to myself. A question that had breath attached to it, that had left my own body.
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    if thoughts and home were random patterns then actions were too, all actions, tender, desperate, lucid, treacherous ones and the promises we make and break, the secrets we share with dying Venezuelans, and the bruises and bleeding cuts on her back. All of them random patterns. And that they didn’t mean a thing.
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