Alba Aranga

“Quina llàstima que es consumeixin ràpid, els homes, i que els altres homes s'aferrin als cossos buits i els amaguin i els enterrin per no veure el que els passarà a ells també.”
― Irene Solà, Canto jo i la muntanya balla

“They rounded a corner in thunder and siren, with concussion of tires, with scream of rubber, with a shift of kerosene bulk in the glittery brass tank, like the food in the stomach of a giant, with Montag's fingers jolting off the silver rail, swinging into cold space, with the wind tearing his hair back from his head, with the wind whistling in his teeth and him all the while thinking of the women, the chaff women in his parlor tonight, with the kernels blown out from under them by a neon wind, and his silly damned reading of a book to them. How like trying to put out fires with water pistols, how senseless and insane. One rage turnedinto another. One anger displacing another. When would he stop being entirely mad and be quiet, be quiet indeed?”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“The sun burned every day. It burned Time.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“A common form of establishment, for much of Besźel’s history, had been the DöplirCaffé: one Muslim and one Jewish coffeehouse, rented side by side, each with its own counter and kitchen, halal and kosher, sharing a single name, sign, and sprawl of tables, the dividing wall removed. Mixed groups would come, greet the two proprietors, sit together, separating on communitarian lines only long enough to order their permitted food from the relevant side, or ostentatiously from either and both in the case of freethinkers. Whether the DöplirCaffé was one establishment or two depended on who was asking: to a property tax collector, it was always one.”
― China Miéville, The City & the City