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“He was alone. He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.”
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“such hours are beautiful to live, but very hard to describe…”
― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

“Só recordo esta inundação enquanto durmo. Como as tantas outras lembranças que só me
chegam em sonho. Parece eu e o meu passado dormimos em tempos alternados, um apeado
enquanto outro segue viagem.”
― Mia Couto, Sleepwalking Land

“You can still die when the sun is shining.”
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man