Harper

  • Sophia Stephensonhas quoted6 months ago
    Two months had elapsed since she went to the Police Department’s Economic Crime Unit.
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    rma, said my father, what do you want from this life?
    I sat down next to him and touched his arm for half a second. It was a surprise and he didn’t flinch. He didn’t expect an answer. It was a kind gesture for any man from around here to ask a question of his daughter.
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    If I could only interpret my dreams I would know what I wanted from this life and then I’d be able to explain that to my father.
  • María José Evia H.has quoted2 years ago
    My anger, I said to myself. I liked the sound of that. I needed something of my own, something I could keep
  • 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.
  • 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
    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
    I was hoping we’d find some little street to live on that straddled eternities
  • 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
    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
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