Status Updates From The Book of My Lives

“The structure of our lives relied on the routine continuation of what we stubbornly perceived as normalcy. Hence, convinced that we were merely trying to live a normal life, we embarked upon a passionate pursuit of hedonistic oblivion.”

“The clarity and the significance of differences were always contingent upon the absence of contact and proportional to the mutual distance… THEY were not-us and WE were not-them”

اول کتاب نوشته «برای ایزابل، که تا ابد بر سینه‌ام نفس می‌کشد.»
فکر کنم بهترین و زیباترین جمله‌ی تقدیمِ کتابه که تا به حال دیدم.