Roxana Becuş

“Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind

“I must be without remorse or regrets as I am without excuse; for from the instant of my upsurge into being, I carry the weight of the world by myself alone without help, engaged in a world for which I bear the whole responsibility without being able, whatever I do, to tear myself away from this responsibility for an instant.”
― Jean Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness

“It doesn’t matter who remembers what, I guess, so long as somebody remembers something.”
― Rachel Khong, Goodbye, Vitamin

“I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.”
― Gayle Forman, If I Stay