débora

“Alguém me disse que antigamente o nanquim era extraído do polvo.

Me parece que o polvo desprendia sua tinta quando se sentia ameaçado.

Creio que, quando desenho, eu devolva ao nanquim sua função primitiva.

Eu sou como o polvo.”
― Lourenço Mutarelli, O grifo de Abdera

“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“whether in peace or in war, man generally speaking is the best thing that ever happened to the gods.”
― José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ