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“Desire is no light thing.”
― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

“All it comes down to is this: I feel like shit but look great.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“I'm into, oh murders and executions mostly. It depends.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“It feels powerful to him to put an experience down in words, like he's trapping it in a jar and it can never fully leave him.”
― Sally Rooney, Normal People

“Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.”
― Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

“Não gosto de despedidas porque elas chegam dentro de mim como se fossem fantasmas mujimbeiros que dizem segredos do futuro que eu nunca pedi a ninguém para vir soprar no meu ouvido de criança.”
― Ondjaki, Os da Minha Rua

“O Crisóstomo disse ao Camilo: todos nascemos filhos de mil pais e de mais mil mães [...]”
― Valter Hugo Mãe, O Filho de Mil Homens

“It suggests to Connell that the same imagination he used as a reader is necessary to understand real people also, and to be intimate with them.”
― Sally Rooney, Normal People

“Nas despedidas acontece isso: a ternura toca a alegria, a alegria traz uma saudade quase triste, a saudade semeia a lágrimas, e nós, as crianças, não sabemos arrumar essas coisas dentro do nosso coração.”
― Ondjaki, Os da Minha Rua

“Uma casa está em muitos lugares - ela respirou devagar, me abraçou. - É uma coisa que se encontra.”
― Ondjaki, Os da Minha Rua

“I think a lot of snowflakes are alike...and I think a lot of people are alike too.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“O toque de alguém, dizia ele, é o verdadeiro lado de cá da pele. Quem não é tocado não se cobre nunca, anda como nu. De ossos à mostra.”
― valter hugo mãe, O Filho de Mil Homens

“As pessoas eram assim mesmo, feitas de imprudências. Olhe, dizia a Rosinha, quem sabe se a imprudência é a felicidade. A imprudência é a felicidade.”
― Valter Hugo Mãe, O Filho de Mil Homens

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“Despedida tem cheiro de amizade cinzenta.”
― Ondjaki, Os da Minha Rua

“Via-se metade ao espelho porque se via sem mais ninguém, carregado de ausências e de silêncios como os precipícios ou poços fundos. Para dentro do homem era um sem fim, e pouco ou nada do que continha lhe servia de felicidade. Para dentro do homem o homem caía.”
― Valter Hugo Mãe, O Filho de Mil Homens

“After awhile you could get used to anything.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“Parecia-lhe que a vida era aprender, saber sempre mais e mudar para aceitar sempre mais.”
― Valter Hugo Mãe, O Filho de Mil Homens

“We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night — every night, every night — the moment I feigned sleep.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No... one... would... care. In fact some, if they noticed my absence, might feel an odd, indefinable sense of relief. This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“Quem perdeu a mãe perde para sempre e nunca mais para de perder.”
― Valter Hugo Mãe, O Filho de Mil Homens

“Mas não era uma tristeza, era exatamente uma saudade de ter sofrido o que sofrera, o necessário para lhe ensinar a usufruir mais tarde, agora, a felicidade. Achava ele que se devia nutrir carinho por um sofrimento sobre o qual se soube construir a felicidade.”
― Valter Hugo Mãe, O Filho de Mil Homens

“There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing. ”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“Here Mankind is not governed by the rules of reason, stupid and strict, but by the heart and intuition. The people do not indulge in idle chatter, parading what they know, but create remarkable things by applying their imagination. The state ceases to impose the shackles of daily oppression, but helps people to realize their hopes and dreams. And Man is not just a cog in the system, not just playing a role, but a free Creature. That’s what was passing through my mind, making my bed-rest almost a pleasure.

Sometimes I think that only the sick are truly healthy.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

“I have to return some videotapes”
― Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

“But why should we have to be useful and for what reason? Who divided the world into useless and useful, and by what right? Does a thistle have no right to life, or a Mouse that eats the grain in a warehouse? What about Bees and Drones, weeds and roses? Whose intellect can have had the audacity to judge who is better, and who worse? A large tree, crooked and full of holes, survives for centuries without being cut down, because nothing could possibly be made out of it. This example should raise the spirits of people like us. Everyone knows the profit to be reaped from the useful, but nobody knows the benefit to be gained from the useless.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead

“I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“And the rest is rust and stardust.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita