Maribel

“The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“People have their own reasons for dying. It might look simple, but it never is. It's just like a rock. What's above ground is only a small part of it. But if you start pulling, it keeps coming and coming. The human mind dwells deep in darkness. Only the person himself knows the real reason, and maybe not even then.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

“Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear boy.”
― Emile Zola

“You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road