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“Porque tenía los ojos de un hombre que durante mucho tiempo ha estado intentando mirar en la oscuridad y acaso ha empezado a ver lo que hay en ella”
― Stephen King, The Stand

“I lay, rapt and naked, on Irwin's rough blanket, waiting for the miraculous change to make itself felt. But all I felt was a sharp, startlingly bad pain. […]
Then the stories of blood-stained bridal sheets and capsules of red ink bestowed on already deflowered brides floated back to me. I wondered how much I would bleed, and lay down, nursing the towel. It occurred to me that the blood was my answer. I couldn't possibly be a virgin any more. I smiled into the dark. I felt part of a great tradition.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar