Kika

“A stone thrown into a pond sets in motion concentric waves that spread out on the surface of the water, and their reverberation has an effect on the water lilies and reeds, the paper boat, and the buoys of the fishermen at various distances. All these objects are just there for themselves, enjoying their tranquility, when they are wakened to life, as it were, and are compelled to react and to enter into contact with one another. Other invisible vibrations spread into the depths, in all directions, as the stone falls and brushes the algae, scaring the fish and continually causing new molecular movements. When it then touches the bottom, it stirs up the mud and bumps into things that have rested there forgotten, some of which are dislodged, others buried once again in the sand.”
― Gianni Rodari, The Grammar of Fantasy: An Introduction to the Art of Inventing Stories

“You're not hurt, Watson? For God's sake, say that you are not hurt!"
It was worth a wound -- it was worth many wounds -- to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes

“Έκτοτε, έχω ανακαλύψει την ίδια ακριβώς λυτρωτική αίσθηση ελευθερίας απ' τα δεσμά των αντικειμένων στο ντιβάνι του ψυχαναλυτή μου, όπου το κλισέ των ψυχικών απορριμμάτων που ανασύρονται στην επιφάνεια για να καταχωνιαστούν με υγειονομική ταφή όχι μόνο αληθεύει πέρα ως πέρα, αλλά θυμίζει επακριβώς την πράξη της εκκαθάρισης: το άνοιγμα μιας παλιάς ντουλάπας τίγκα στη σκοροφαγωμένη, δυσβάσταχτη μνήμη και την ευφορία του να μην παραχώνεις σε μια πλαστική σακούλα (κατά προτίμηση μαύρη, ως bodybag) και να μην ξεφορτώνεσαι μια για πάντα.”
― Αύγουστος Κορτώ, Ο άνθρωπος που έτρωγε πολλά

“I'm wearing my good shoes, the patent leather ones with the bows ; and my red jacket with the yellow ducklings; and white socks. You don't go to Athens everyday after all.”
― Eugenia Fakinou