Susana M. Almeida

“People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.”
― Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

“- Uma mulher como tu é mais perigosa que todas as tribos de Shatrus juntas.”
― Susana Almeida, O Renascer

“Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.”
― Charles Lamb

“Quero ver-vos sofrer, ver a dor espelhar-se na vossa face, estilhaçar os vossos corações, consumir e despedaçar as vossas almas. Quero sentir a vossa angústia , deliciar-me com cada lágrima que deixar os vossos olhos, quando as encontrarem depois de eu ter terminado.”
― Susana Almeida, O Coração do Mundo