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“The half-life of love is forever.”

 —Junot Diaz, This Is How You Lose Her





“Some of our hearts are more gothic and take to haunting.”

 —Junot Diaz, in Conversation with Heather O'Neill. 23 April 2015





“Even at the height of my youthful delusions, winning shit was not on the menu.”

 —Junot Diaz, in Conversation with Heather O'Neill. 23 April 2015





Blue Met and Librairie Drawn & Quarterly Present Junot Diaz in Conversation with Heather O'Neill Thursday, April 23, 2015 at the Rialto Theatre

Blue Met and Librairie Drawn & Quarterly Present Junot Diaz in Conversation with Heather O'Neill Thursday, April 23, 2015 at the Rialto Theatre





“I’ve always believed that the universe invented the color red solely for Latinas.”

 —Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her





“You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other’s arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.”

 —Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her





ringtales: “the-absentminded: ““You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda. You compose a mass e-mail disowning all your sucias. You block their e-mails. You change your phone number....

ringtales:

the-absentminded:

“You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda. You compose a mass e-mail disowning all your sucias. You block their e-mails. You change your phone number. You stop drinking. You stop smoking. You claim you’re a sex addict and start attending meetings. You blame your father. You blame your mother. You blame the patriarchy. You blame Santo Domingo. You find a therapist. You cancel your Facebook. You give her the passwords to all your e-mail accounts. You start taking salsa classes like you always swore you would so that the two of you could dance together. You claim that you were sick, you claim that you were weak. It was the pressure! And every hour like clockwork you say that you’re so so sorry. You try it all, but one day she will simply sit up in bed and say, No more, and you will have to move from the apartment that you two have shared. You consider not going. You consider a squat protest. In fact, you say you won’t go. But in the end you do.”

originally posted february 23, 2014