“At the age of twelve, I decided that I would no longer express nor partake in any emotion. I watched the news and all I tried to do was dissociate myself. I gave up my share of participation. I would have been a better human being if I had not raised my voice, if I had not cried, if I had not gotten angry, saddened, irritated, or exhilarated. I was tired of staying awake at night wondering what would happen if I fell asleep, who would come to kill me” Dave Eggers, Conoscerete la nostra velocità
“Rarely have I heard of a sacrament truer than this, that is, what the dictionary defines as an outward and visible sign of an inward spiritual grace, and I have no doubt that these people were directly inspired to do so from heaven, although they lack any biblical account of the revelation” Henry David Thoreau, Walden
“Burned by the agony of that music, staggering across the street, and suddenly, I saw them all: spirits in bloom on a field of rainbows” Ben Okri, La Via della Fame
“Pay For Soup. Built A Fort. Set That On Fire” Jean Michel Basquiat
“The world waits between desire and the desired thing” Cormac McCarthy, Cavalli Selvaggi
“He thought that the beauty of the world hid a secret, that the heart of the world beat at a terrible price, that the suffering and beauty of the world grew side by side, but in opposite directions, and that perhaps that dizzying scissor demanded the blood of many people for the grace of a simple flower” Cormac McCarthy, Cavalli Selvaggi
“...and she sat beside him hugging him and messing up his hair in front of the fire so they could dry. All this as an ancient ritual. So be it. Invoke the forms. When you have nothing left, you stitch ceremonies on nothing and blow on them” Cormac McCarthy, La Strada
“The only thing one can be terrified of in the world is that which has calcified, the terror of rigid, dying forms” Bohumil Hrabal, Una Solitudine Troppo Rumorosa
“The rats and the kids will follow me out of town… come on children!” Radiohead, Kid A
