Andrei Hutu

“To the extent that heaven above is isolation, it seems to be hell. To the extent that hell below is a crowd, it apparently is heaven. Maybe we are condemned to an endless nagging sense of discomfort balanced against comfort, satisfaction against the itch to escape.”
― Michael S.A. Graziano, The Divine Farce

“I don’t need cards to tell the future of a Buendía.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“He was lost, astray in a strange house where nothing and no one now stirred in him the slightest vestige of affection.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“I cannot mourn for what I have not known.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men