Quotes by : Carolina De Robertis

But in the morning I would always rise and polish the surface of myself, a gleaming, confident young....

What makes the self?Experiences. Acculturation.What else?I don't know.What's within you.She says, I don't....

The human story is one of continual branching movement, out of Africa to every corner of the globe. When....

It was still, at the root, the same dance: the same two bodies, connecting, gliding together, two aching....

Colonial power, patriarchal power, capitalist power must always and everywhere be battled, because they....

As if music could be crushed like a condemned building or a stubborn anarchist. But it could not. It....

Words are incomplete and yet we need them. They are the cups that give our memories shape, and keep them....

That's what happens to melodies: they get lost in the air. Just like memories. And the body. Memories....

No, I wanted to say, he didn't cut off her hands because he didn't have to, he had cut them off long....

In that moment, I realized that no matter what words I chose and no matter how much time I spent in telling,....