Alessandra Antonucci

“– Senti, non importa quanto tempo ci vuole. Non devi pensare troppo in là in questo lavoro, se no diventi matto.
– Allora a cosa devo pensare?
– A oggi. Guarda che bella giornata.”
― Paolo Cognetti, Le otto montagne

“…quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean "love" in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later—because I did not belong there, did not come from there”
― Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem

“my heart has more rooms in it than a whore house”
― Gabriel Garcia Marquez

“I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey