Lorenza

“You do not steal from the dragon, oh, no. The dragon remembers.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“Foes and false friends are all around me, Lord Davos. They infest my city like roaches, and at night I feel them crawling over me.” The fat man’s fingers coiled into a fist, and all his chins trembled. “My son Wendel came to the Twins a guest. He ate Lord Walder’s bread and salt, and hung his sword upon the wall to feast with his friends. And they murdered him. Murdered, I say, and may the Freys choke upon their fables. I drink with Jared, jape with Symond, promise Rhaegar the hand of my own beloved granddaughter…but never think that means I have forgotten. The north remembers, Lord Davos. The north remembers, and the mummer’s farce is almost done. My son is home.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“«E la storia è su di loro che…?»
«Cazzeggiano. Cioè, in realtà viaggiano e cercano la Pietra Filosofale, che annulla lo scambio equivalente.»
«Per riavere i loro corpi.»
«Esatto. Lo aspetto con ansia perché voglio vedere se trombano.»
«Tra loro?»
«Sì.»
«…ma sono fratelli.»
«E…?»
Lui tace, sprofonda nella poltrona e continua a guardare. Dopo un po’ si sporge in avanti con slancio. «No, sul serio, sono fratelli!»
«Ebbè, c’è tensione sessuale.»
«Come fa a esserci tensione sessuale tra fratelli, uno dei quali è un’armatura?»
«Sono giapponesi, creerebbero tensione sessuale tra un ravanello e il piatto.»
Ci riflette e poi, persuaso, torna ad appoggiare la schiena. «Va bene, ha senso.»”
― Eleonora C. Caruso, Comunque vada non importa

“I am now 33 years old, and it feels like much time has passed and is passing faster and faster every day. Day to day I have to make all sorts of choices about what is good and important and fun, and then I have to live with the forfeiture of all the other options those choices foreclose. And I'm starting to see how as time gains momentum my choices will narrow and their foreclosures multiply exponentially until I arrive at some point on some branch of all life's sumptuous branching complexity at which I am finally locked in and stuck on one path and time speeds me through stages of stasis and atrophy and decay until I go down for the third time, all struggle for naught, drowned by time. It is dreadful. But since it's my own choices that'll lock me in, it seems unavoidable--if I want to be any kind of grownup, I have to make choices and regret foreclosures and try to live with them.”
― David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments