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“Rose 1:1–2. She raised a flaming sword, not to rend her heart, but to seal the wound where a heart had been. For those who cast her out did not know this steadfast flame, alight with righteous anger, would never cease until the heavenly kingdom fell.”
― Chuck Tingle, Camp Damascus

“At times I imagine the map of the world laid out and you stretched across it. And all that is left for my life are the areas you don’t cover or can’t reach.”
― Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father

“Num mundo de homens e caçadores, a palavra foi a minha primeira arma.”
― Mia Couto, Confession of the Lioness

“A insónia traz lembranças que eu não queria; o dormir lava memórias que eu queria guardar. O sono é a minha doença, a minha loucura.”
― Mia Couto, Confession of the Lioness