You had grown and were strong and handsome; I was always in your shadow, with no light of my own and no one to discover me. - Angelina Muñiz-Huberman

Who holds sway, the gods or man? I couldn't pray to the gods because I was going to be impure, but man, the man who slowly climbed the stairs, filled me to overflowing

The guts and the skin. The innocent and the prudish. Writing from the gut: about the unseen, the unknown, the absolute mystery. Not about the skin, the superficial, the visible. Do away with hot topics. Never what's expected, the facile, what sells. The prostituted.
Yes, to the individual, the unique, the shockingly rare. That terrifying thing: the other, not what is the same. (beginning of "The Guts and the Skin")

They were but one page, one paragraph, one line, one word, one sound in history's great book of mix-ups. (p94)