George Mrk

“But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself,into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously...”
― Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch

“Of all our feelings the only one which really doesn't belong to us is hope. Hope belongs to life, it's life itself defending itself. Etcetera.”
― Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch

“If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?”
― José Saramago, Blindness

“Είναι τα βλέφαρά μου διάφανες αυλαίες. Όταν τ'ανοίγω βλέπω εμπρός μου ό,τι κι αν τύχει. Όταν τα κλείνω βλέπω εμπρός μου ό,τι ποθώ.”
― Ανδρέας Εμπειρίκος, Ενδοχώρα