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“He was beautiful in the way things born to power often are… He rode a silver-grey stallion that looked like it had been bred from starlight and arrogance. True love dies most beautifully in the mouths of poets and liars. She was beautiful in the way teeth are beautiful right before they bite. I am the scream behind the silence. I am the ending that learned how to dance.”

“Den Mangel an Erzählungen von guten Frauen, mutigen Frauen, respektierten Frauen, wichtigen Frauen, starken Frauen habe ich nicht hinterfragt. Wenn über diese Frauen nicht geschrieben wurde, nicht gesprochen wurde, dann hat das in mir kein Nachfragen ausgelöst: "Wo sind diese Frauen?" Sondern nur ein resigniertes "Es gab diese Frauen nicht." Was nicht stimmt. Es gab sie. Es gab sie, die Frauen, die zusammenhielten, untereinander, und nach und nach kommen die Geschichten zusammen, Frauen schreiben über Frauen und Frauen schreiben für Frauen.”

“There was no question of forgiving them. She had not, in any case, a forgiving nature; and the injury they had done her was not done by them. If she were to start forgiving she must needs forgive Society, the Law, the Church, the History of Europe, the Old Testament, great-great-aunt Salome and her prayer-book, the Bank of England, Prostitution, the Architect of Apsley Terrace, and half a dozen other useful props of civilization.”

“You light a fire early in your girlhood. You stoke it and tend it. You protect it at all costs. You don't let it rage into a mountain of light, because that's not becoming of a girl. You keep it secret. You let it burn. You look into the eyes of other girls and see their fires flickering there, offer conspiratorial nods, never speak aloud a near-unbearable heat, a growing conflagration. You tend the flame because if you don't you're stuck, in the cold, on your own, doomed to 'seasonal layers', doomed to 'practicality', doomed to 'this is just the way things are', doomed to 'settling' and 'understanding' and 'reasoning' and 'agreeing' and 'seeing it another way' and 'seeing it his way' and 'seeing it from all the other ways but your own'.”

“The transition from being hurt to hurting was natural. Even though I didn’t really know why he’d started crying – it felt like something I did. It felt like being a great big black widow and realizing that all the male spiders were tiny and weak and covered in soft vulnerable bits, whereas I had this hard, shiny thorax and great big teeth.”

“She said my other photographs had a pervy feel, and she was almost impressed that such a young woman would come out with something this nasty. She said, based on both the work and my writing around it, I had a contemptuous attitude towards my models. I clearly saw them as interchangeable, disposable objects. She asked me if I hated men, or if I liked men and hated that I liked them so much.”

“Suddenly the staggering love bursts away from me like milk from a smashed glass. She is manipulating me. Pushing me around as though I were nothing but a mobile stomach like the news vendor. She fancies she has me under control. Red anger blisters my guts. She doesn’t see me at all. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with. I am the watcher, the mover, the maker. She is just like her father, casually, carelessly enslaving me with my love. She doesn’t know the powers that keep me here. She thinks it’s her charm and guile.”

“Una subitanea selvaggia eccitazione la invase, come una improvvisa folata di vento, come una fiamma impetuosa che le divampasse in cuore: e Nancy si coprì il volto con un gemito di creatura ferita. Tutto il rimpianto per il suo ingegno sciupato, tutto lo sdegno contro l'avvilente esistenza, tutto l'odio per la povertà che la mutilava, la schiacciava, l'annichiliva, proruppe in quel lamento, tosto soffocato per non svegliare Anne-Marie che dormiva nella stanza vicina.”