Osiris

“Death comes when memories are lost.”
― Hiroshi Yamamoto, The Stories of Ibis

“Algunos no aceptan que te preocupes por ellos. Cuando intentas ayudarlos, te miran con gesto alarmado y te preguntan si necesitas ayuda.

Hasta que, el día menos pensado, se ahogan en un mar de salvavidas.”
― Andrés Neuman, La vida en las ventanas

“I'm going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. The truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.'
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We sat there, side by side, on the old wooden bench, not saying anything. I thought about adults. I wondered if that was true: if they were all really children wrapped in adult bodies, like children books hidden in the middle of dull, long books. The kind with no pictures or conversations.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“That said, a fireball like the one hurtling towards us was worthy of the utmost respect. To adopt the jargon of commercial managers, this was a Premium-Class Fireball. Speaking in poetic terms, it was a Tsar-Fireball. A biologist would have said it was an Alpha-Fireball. As a cool, calculating mathematician might have remarked, it was a fireball with a diameter of about three metres.

It was a fireball fearsome enough to make you shit yourself!”
― Sergei Lukyanenko