Saretta

“Louis era sempre stato incuriosito dall'elemento liquido. Lo versi in una tazza, ed è piatto. Inclini la tazza, e il liquido si inclina ma la superficie resta piatta, sempre piatta. Anche capovolta e rigirata in tutti i sensi, l'acqua resta piatta. Il sindaco era così.”
― Fred Vargas, Un peu plus loin sur la droite

“My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.”
― William Golding

“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“A picnic. Picture a forest, a country road, a meadow. Cars drive off the country road into the meadow, a group of young people get out carrying bottles, baskets of food, transistor radios, and cameras. They light fires, pitch tents, turn on the music. In the morning they leave. The animals, birds, and insects that watched in horror through the long night creep out from their hiding places. And what do they see? Old spark plugs and old filters strewn around... Rags, burnt-out bulbs, and a monkey wrench left behind... And of course, the usual mess—apple cores, candy wrappers, charred remains of the campfire, cans, bottles, somebody’s handkerchief, somebody’s penknife, torn newspapers, coins, faded flowers picked in another meadow.”
― Arkady Strugatsky, Boris Strugatsky, Roadside Picnic