Ana Castillo

When i say ours was a love affair, it is an expression of nostalgia and melancholy for the depth of our empathy. (p39)

How does it feel to be cruel to a woman?

We said nothing for several minutes. Our minds weighed like ripened fruit on the branch. When one is confronted by the mirror, the spirit trembles. (p49)

And life is in my hands,

suckling at my breast,

thrives on the rhythm of my beating heart,

warmth of my throbbing belly.

Today you try what suits you and when it don't-

move on, move on, move on.