Clara

“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

“It was strange, Andrew thought, how when something moved in the dark, everyone’s first instinct was to go inside and hide under the covers. As if monsters couldn’t open doors and crawl into bed with you.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let The Forest In

“He needed Thomas, needed their lungs sewn inside each other so he could remember how to breathe. He needed to take words from Thomas's mouth and put them in his own so he had something to say.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“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