talita

“Todas as vezes que olhei no lago, nunca vi qualquer outro bicho. O peixe é sozinho. Sei exatamente como ele se sente.”
― Annabel Pitcher, My Sister Lives on the Mantelpiece

“I read a lot. I listen a lot. I think a lot. But so little remains. The books I read, their plots, their protagonists fade. The university lectures that I had found pretty impressive on first hearing, have faded away. Now I am listening to one on Pirandello. Names of people, books, cities. They are already fading away. Even the titles of films I’ve seen recently — they have already faded. Authors of thousands of books I’ve read... All that remains are the colours of their bindings, their covers. I don’t remember much about Beauty and the Beast, but I remember clearly, vividly the hear of the day as we were crossing the Rhine bridge, to see the film. Everything that I see, or red, or listen to, connects, translates into moods, bits of surroundings, colors. No, I am not a novelist. No precision of observation, detail. With me, everything is mood, mood, or else —simply nothingness.”
― Jonas Mekas, I Had Nowhere to Go

“No … because they are just husbands. I am Evelyn Hugo. And anyways, I think once people know the truth, they will be much more interested in my wife.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“Às vezes quando acordo esqueço que ela foi embora e aí lembro e meu
coração desaba, tipo quando você erra um degrau ou tropeça no meio-fio.”
― Annabel Pitcher, My Sister Lives on the Mantelpiece