Laia

“—Quína solitut!— murmurà aterrada y sentint que'l cor li devenía, d'improvís, tant o més ubach que aquelles pregoneses.”
― Víctor Català, Solitud

“There’s no finish line in Bosnia, all roads seem to be equally languid and pointless; they lead you in circles even when it looks like you’re making progress. Driving through Bosnia requires a different dimension: a twisted, cosmic wormhole that doesn’t take you to a real, external goal, but into the gloomy, barely traversable depths of your own being.”
― Lana Bastašić, Catch the Rabbit

“Home is a desk. The amalgamation of a dream. Home is the cats, my books, and my work never done. All the lost things that may one day call to me, the faces of my children who will one day call to me. Maybe we can't draw flesh from reverie nor retrieve a dusty spur, but we can gather the dream itself and bring it back uniquely whole.”
― Patti Smith, M Train

“Lo que hago es lo que me enseña lo que estoy buscando. (Pierre Soulages, pintor abstracto francés)”
― Rosa Montero, Tears in Rain