Samuel Moreau

“A trickle of blood came out under the door, crossed the living room, went out into the street, continued on in a straight line across the uneven terraces, went down steps and climbed over curbs, passed along the Street of the Turks, turned a corner to the right and another to the left, made a right angle at the Buendía house, went in under the closed door, crossed through the parlor, hugging the walls so as not to stain the rugs, went on to the other living room, made a wide curve to avoid the dining-room table, went along the porch with the begonias, and passed without being seen under Amaranta's chair as she gave an arithmetic lesson to Aureliano José, and went through the pantry and came out in the kitchen, where Úrsula was getting ready to crack thirty-six eggs to make bread.

"Holy Mother of God!" Úrsula shouted.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Le monde se divise en deux catégories de gens : ceux qui lisent des livres et ceux qui écoutent ceux qui ont lu des livres.”
― Bernard Werber, Les Thanatonautes

“Les gens ont peur d'être seuls sans être uniques. Ils veulent être les seuls, mais pas seuls tout court. Ils veulent être les seuls à avoir ci, les seuls à faire ça, les seuls à avoir l'air de ça. Mais ils ne veulent pas être seuls, parce que s'ils étaient seuls, à qui ils montreraient à quel point ils sont uniques ?”
― Matthieu Simard, Llouis qui tombe tout seul

“There are three stages in scientific discovery. First, people deny that it is true, then they deny that it is important; finally they credit the wrong person.”
― Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything