Clara

“I think someday you'll hate me." Thomas's voice stretched with a loneliness Andrew had never heard before. "You'll cut me open and find a garden of rot where my heart should be."
Andrew let the silence sharpen between them, waited until Thomas's breath caught in quiet anguish from being made to wait.
"When I cut you open," Andrew finally said, "all I'll find is that we match.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“Você não sabia fazer literatura. E, se um dia tentasse, teria dificuldade em distinguir as coisas, porque não saberia se o que pensava era literatura ou uma observação precária sobre a vida.”
― Jeferson Tenório, O avesso da pele

“A vida simplesmente acontecia e você simplesmente passava por ela.”
― Jeferson Tenório, O avesso da pele

“Once upon a time, Andrew had cut out his heart and given it to this boy, and he was very sure Thomas had no idea that Andrew would do anything for him. Protect him. Lie for him. Kill for him.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In