" I had to choose between getting burned by my father, the sun, relentlessly burning and leaving me burnt. Too hurt, too scorching & overbearing. Or, staying in the black hole of my mother, aborning everything its path. I chose the latter because I thought the last thing she would corrupt is her own daughter…Perhaps one day I will escape this madness and find a planet to sit on, and spin on its rings to watch the stars. I will be free in my own space and watch them, my parents, explode. "

― Isabel Villarreal , Brown Clay