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“At what moment?" she asked him. "At what moment do we cease to be humans and become objects?"

Blaise continued to make his way in silence, carrying the lamp at arm's length to spread its light as far as possible. When he finally replied, it was in a different voice from usual, deeper, calmer, and without the slightest stutter: "Some humans are objects while they're alive, Mademoiselle Eulalia.”
― Christelle Dabos, La Mémoire de Babel

“A proposito: vi amo.”
― Christelle Dabos, Les Disparus du Clairdelune

“Cinquantasei". Si schiarì la gola. Mai Ofelia l'aveva visto così intimidito, nonostante lui si sforzasse di non lasciar trapelare niente. "è il numero delle mie cicatrici".”
― Christelle Dabos, La Mémoire de Babel