Josee

“Chaque baiser était une blessure où les lèvres, le souffle, les dents, la pointe de la langue plongeaient, humides, puis se défaisaient lentement, après une dernière hésitation, laissant entre leurs deux bouches un sourire pâle, embué.”
― Mihail Sebastian, La ville aux acacias

“In fear and pity I saw before me his big, beautiful body, hollow of sperm and eternally sad, and I was overcome with dread like a prophet whose mission had become clear to him, I had been chosen to fill the void in his body, to penetrate the smooth, dark, beloved skin and be swallowed up in the dark void as in an ancient cave, never to see the sunlight again.”
― Zeruya Shalev, Love Life

“Tu sais, je viens juste de voir que c'est l'automne et pourtant il y avait des tas de feuilles mortes dans la rue pour me le dire. Je ne pourrai pas poser mes lèvres sur tes bras avant le printemps.
Triste,non ?”
― Mihail Sebastian, La ville aux acacias

“The wet raincoat smell was exciting, carrying with it remotely the institutional smells of the college, a faint echo of a cologne Natalie had never worn in her life; near the pocket was a cigarette burn she had not made; the raincoat was in itself a symbol of going and coming, of wishing and fearing, or, precisely, the going out of a warm, firelit house into the heartbreaking cold.”
― Shirley Jackson, Hangsaman