Amanda

“é terrível a existência de duas retas
paralelas porque elas nunca se cruzam
e elas apenas se encontram no infinito
a verdade é que nunca nos interessou
a questão do infinito mas o resto
das ideias matemáticas claro que sim
eu na verdade prefiro mais de mil vezes
sua chávena de chá ficando fria sobre a mesa
enquanto você fala sobre raízes quadradas
enquanto você fala sobre ladrões de figos
enquanto você fala sobre o tropeço da baleia
subitamente eu já nem sei sobre o que você fala
porque a forma como seu dente incisivo corta
e suspende toda a beleza da cafetaria
faz com que eu novamente entenda que
pelo sétimo dia é chegada a hora do cuco
e do canto do cuco”
― Matilde Campilho, Jóquei

“It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita