Alicia Mares

“Hace mucho tiempo, cuando las mujeres fueron pájaros, existía el sencillo entendimiento de que cantar en la madrugada o cantar al atardecer era curar al mundo a través de la dicha. Los pájaros aún recuerdan lo que nosotras hemos olvidado, que el mundo está hecho para ser celebrado.”
― Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice

“I shall take two huge handfuls of his rustling hair as he lies half dreaming, half waking, and wind them into ropes, very softly, so he will not wake up, and, softly, with hands as gentle as rain, I shall strangle him with them.”
― Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories

“Una bala que sale y luego regresa para darte en el corazón: eso es una hija.”
― Mónica Ojeda, Mandíbula

“The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.”
― Ursula K. LeGuin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas