Rui

“He tried to read his way into sleep but only grew more wakeful. He read science and poetry. He liked spare poems sited minutely in white space, ranks of alphabetic strokes burnt into paper. Poems made him conscious of his breathing. A poem bared the moment to things he was not normally prepared to notice.”
― Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

“It seems that danger assigns to public voices the responsibility of a rhythm, as if in metrical units there is a coherence we can use to balance whatever senseless and furious event is about to come rushing around our heads.”
― Don DeLillo, White Noise

“She is the kind of child who feels a protective tenderness toward her own beginnings. It is part of her strategy in a world of displacements to make every effort to restore and preserve, keep things together for their value as remembering objects, a way of fastening herself to a life.”
― Don DeLillo, White Noise

“[...] todos nós, onde quer que estejamos e quem quer que sejamos, não fazemos mais na vida do que procurar o lugar onde iremos ficar para sempre.”
― José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ