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  • #1
    Christiane V. Felscherinow
    “Can you dream about anything? can you really be sure you are not dreaming? can you dream - are you dreaming - have you pinched yourself - to see that weren’t dreaming?”
    Christiane F., Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo

  • #2
    Christiane V. Felscherinow
    “How really sad and dark death is- especially if you haven't really lived yet.”
    Christiane F., Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo

  • #3
    Christiane V. Felscherinow
    “And maybe they were right. Maybe you needed to resort to violence if you wanted to make a difference in a society like this that was already so fucked up.”
    Christiane F., Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo

  • #4
    Mircea Eliade
    “Și dacă au existat fete tinere care s-au îndrăgostit de stele, de ce nu te poți îndrăgosti și tu de mine?...”
    Mircea Eliade, Mademoiselle Christina

  • #5
    Mircea Eliade
    “Nimeni nu o cunoaște pe Christina.”
    Mircea Eliade, Mademoiselle Christina

  • #6
    Krystal Sutherland
    “That’s a pretty heavy burden to bear, being everything for someone.”
    Krystal Sutherland, House of Hollow

  • #7
    Krystal Sutherland
    “Why are you so beautiful, do you think? So hungry? So able to bend the wills of those around you? You are like the death flowers that grow rampant in your wake: lovely to look at, intoxicating even, but get too close and you will soon learn that there is something rank beneath. That’s what beauty often is, in nature. A warning. A disguise.”
    Krystal Sutherland, House of Hollow

  • #8
    Christiane V. Felscherinow
    “Înainte să adorm, mi-a mai trecut un gând prin cap: Christiane, asta nu e lumea ta. Greșești pe undeva.”
    Christiane V. Felscherinow, Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo

  • #9
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “But how could you live and have no story to tell?”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

  • #10
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights



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