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“What you feel is infatuation. It's an illness, an obsession. It's anything but love.”
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“Also, it is perfectly possible to hide a petite woman in a large suitcase with wheels. I have tried it and it works.”
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“Quando um homem tem tanta vergonha de si mesmo e se vê desmascarado, não restam muitos caminhos, Clarice. O suicídio é a única saída.”
Raphael Montes, Perfect Days
“I can’t feel my legs, Teo.”
Raphael Montes, Perfect Days
“He knelt next to the bed, looking for another optimal position, and finished slicing through Clarice’s spine.”
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“She returned the meat to the plate and stabbed the fork into his nipple until it bled.”
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“She returned the meat to the plate and stabbed the”
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“At the end of the day, even hippie feminists succumbed to real men.”
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“He was doing Clarice a favor: he was sure she didn’t want to remember the girl who’d forced herself on her with those lesbian kisses.”
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“Teo awoke with a fright. He’d had a nightmare in which he was chasing Clarice through a dark forest, and the images were still very vivid in his mind. He looked at her on the bed and took her pulse. Clarice was still asleep, indifferent to chases in unfriendly settings. The sheets were laced with her scent. It was delicious, magical. They had spent their first night together. Patricia”
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“O mundo estava repleto de idiotas. Bastava olhar ao redor: idiota de jaleco, idiota de prancheta, idiota com voz aguda que agora falava de Gertrudes como se a conhecesse tanto quanto ele.”
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“Quantas vezes a vida nos coloca diante de alguém tão instigante?”
Raphael Montes, Días perfectos
“Este mundo já é muito sem graça. Tenho pais que não me deixam mentir. Meu pai, por exemplo. É engenheiro e vive viajando. São Paulo, Houston, Londres. Minha mãe é advogada. Burocracia correndo nas veias da família. É bom ser diferente por isso. Não ter horários. Ficar bêbada sem medo. Fazer merda, depois nem lembrar. Pintar as unhas, uma de cada cor. Experimentar a vida antes que seja tarde, entende?”
Raphael Montes, Días perfectos