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“To become a future-teller, one needs only to study history.”
― Monstress, Volume 3: Haven
― Monstress, Volume 3: Haven
“At that moment I knew what the plebs were, much more clearly than when, years earlier, she had asked me. The plebs were us. The plebs were that fight for food and wine, that quarrel over who should be served first and better, that dirty floor on which the waiters clattered back and forth, those increasingly vulgar toasts. The plebs were my mother, who had drunk wine and now was leaning against my father’s shoulder, while he, serious, laughed, his mouth gaping, at the sexual allusions of the metal dealer. They were all laughing, even Lila, with the expression of one who has a role and will play it to the utmost.”
― My Brilliant Friend
― My Brilliant Friend
“Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success.”
― The Grapes of Wrath
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success.”
― The Grapes of Wrath
“Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure”
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“Esistere per ottant’anni eppure non vivere, si potrebbe anche chiamare tradimento verso la vita, perché ci sono altri che nascono e muoiono prima di avere il tempo di balbettare le prime parole, prendono le coliche, un brutto raffreddore e Jón il falegname deve costruire una piccola bara, una piccola cassa da morto intorno a una vita che non è mai stata, se non per qualche notte insonne, occhi disarmanti e lacrime così piccole che sembravano miracoli. Esseri che sono rimasti al mondo poco più della rugiada. Svaniti al nostro risveglio, e tutto quello che possiamo fare è sperare nel profondo di noi stessi, dove batte il cuore e si radicano i sogni, che nessuna vita sia stata invano, sia senza uno scopo.”
― Heaven and Hell
― Heaven and Hell
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