Sima Sievertsen

“Mary stared at the dreamlike happenings on the page. Human figures faced each other; the man’s head was a golden ball with rays reaching up to huge stars and out to the distant mountains; the woman’s silver head was sickle-shaped and surrounded by birds like eagles with white beaks. Some of the black letters glowed because they had tips like tiny flames.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“(Question: What will happen after Cuba builds communism? Answer: It will start importing sugar. Question: What’s the difference between capitalism and communism? Answer: Under capitalism, man exploits man; under communism, it’s the other way around)”
― Chaim Potok, The Gates of November

“...for though the quiet of deep solitude reigned in that vast and nearly boundless forest, nature was speaking with her thousand tongues in the eloquent language of night in a wilderness. The air sighed through ten thousand trees, the water ripped, and at places even roared along the shores; and now and then was heard the creaking of a branch or a trunk, as it rubbed against some object similar to itself, under the vibrations of a nicely balanced body.”
― James Fenimore Cooper, Pathfinder; or, the inland sea

“Queres acaso te ver livre da melancolia?
Queres prazer, mas longe da louca agonia?
Queres ler enigmas, e sua precisa solução,
Ou preferes te afogar na tua contemplação?
Queres a carne? Será não preferes, destarte,
Ver um homem nas nuvens, ouvindo falar-te?
Anseias ver-te num sonho, mas sem dormir?
Ou não preferes a um só tempo chorar e rir?
Não te atrai a ti mesmo te perderes sem dano?
Pra depois te achares sem passe sobre-humano?
Queres tu mesmo ler, sem sequer saber o quê,
Sabendo, porém por essas linhas mesmas que lês,
Se estás ou não abençoado? Ah, vem, então,
E abre meu livro, uma só mente, um só coração.”
― John Bunyan, O Peregrino