Willian Zerko

“It never stopped, even at night, it was our lullaby. It was our metronome, our pulse. It was our lives measured out in doses slightly larger than those famous coffee spoons. Soup spoons, maybe? Dented tin spoons brimming with what should have been sweet but was sour, gone off, gone by without our savouring it: our lives”
― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

“for as leaves are to limbs, so are your words to your soul”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

“Oh? And what's so stinking about it?.”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.”
― Charles Bukowski