Alessandra Antonucci

“…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

“I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“I do love this physical world. I love this physical life with you. And the air and the country. The backyard, the gravel in the back alley. The grass. The cool nights. Lying in bed talking with you in the dark.”
― Kent Haruf, Our Souls at Night

“– 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