Theme
"She had an immense store of trivial memories and when she wasn’t living in the future she was living in the past. As for the present - she got through that as quickly as she could, running away from things, running towards things, so that her voice was always a little breathless, her heart pounding at an escape."
Graham Greene - Brighton Rock
"Come se si potesse scegliere in amore. Come
se non fosse un fulmine che ti spezza le ossa e ti lascia lungo disteso in mezzo al cortile."
— Julio Cortázar
"She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes."
— Ernest Hemingway, from The Sun Also Rises (via violentwavesofemotion)
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