one more (there are waaaaay too many underlineable passages in this book)

“Why is it that when a woman is occupied by the voice in her head, or the wear of her day, or the landscape that passes through her eyes like windows on a train, the world assumes she is up for grabs? A vacant stare does not mean vacancy. It’s the inverse of invitation, and yet.” 

- “Heart Museums” from Too Much and Not the Mood by Durga Chew-Bose