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“It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.”
― Lady Windermere's Fan
― Lady Windermere's Fan
“Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.”
― Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse
― Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse
“Lembrei que quando eu aprendi a ler entrei em desespero, porque descobri que não era mais possível olhar as palavras sem ler. Tentei muitas vezes, queria de volta os desenhos-letras jogados pelas ruas. Foi uma lição sem volta. Tudo o que as palavras dissessem me tornei obrigada a ouvir. Fico pensando quantas coisas não vou poder nunca mais deixar de saber.”
― Se Deus me Chamar Não Vou
― Se Deus me Chamar Não Vou
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“Much more likely you’ll hurt me. Still what does it matter? If I’ve got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands.”
― No Exit
― No Exit
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