Elli Moravec

“Americans owe nothing to any man, they expect nothing from any man; they acquire the habit of always considering themselves as standing alone, and they are apt to imagine that their whole destiny is in their own hands. Thus democracy throws [a man] back forever upon himself alone, and threatens in the end to confine him entirely within the solitude of his own heart.”
― Alexis de Tocqueville

“È fortuna che oggi non tira vento. Strano, in qualche modo si ha sempre l’impressione di essere fortunati, che una qualche circostanza, magari infinitesima, ci trattenga sull’orlo della disperazione e ci conceda di vivere. Piove, ma non tira vento. Oppure, piove e tira vento: ma sai che stasera tocca a te il supplemento di zuppa, e allora anche oggi trovi la forza di tirar sera. O ancora, pioggia, vento, e la fame consueta, e allora pensi che se proprio dovessi, se proprio non ti sentissi piú altro nel cuore che sofferenza e noia, come a volte succede, che pare veramente di giacere sul fondo; ebbene, anche allora noi pensiamo che se vogliamo, in qualunque momento, possiamo pur sempre andare a toccare il reticolato elettrico, o buttarci sotto i treni in manovra, e allora finirebbe di piovere.”
― Primo Levi, Survival in Auschwitz

“Every cold case is someone’s failure. And while every failure has many illegitimate parents, usually, one person gets stuck with the kid. Scholz was this ugly baby’s mother. And mommas can be very temperamental about their babies, especially the ugly ones.”
― J.K. Franko, Killing Johnny Miracle

“The guard looked down at the scarlet bloodstains blooming on his chest. He appeared to think of something that he needed to say, but as his lips began to form the words, his knees gave up the strain of supporting his ruined bulk. He collapsed to the floor, his throat issuing a final sound like a bubbling casserole.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room