Procurou o seu terror habitual e não o achou.
«Onde está ela? Que morte?»
Já não tinha medo, porque também a morte já não exista.
Em vez de morte, era a luzinha que ele via.
Tolstoy, Leo, A Morte de Ivan Ilitch
(…) “Does it ever get any easier?”
“Does what get any easier?”
(…) “Just … everything.” Life. The world. Other people.
(…) “I don’t know if it gets any easier. But I think you get better at dealing with it.”
Clark, Georgia, The Regulars
– I mean, I write … I don’t know if that makes me a writer.
– So long as those words come from you, and no one else, then you’re a writer.
LaPoma, Jonathan, Developing minds
We shared the same sense of adventure, the same sense of wonder, the same general curiosity and marvel of life. But we also shared the same detachment, the exhaustion, and the same lack of tools to survive life in society. Even so, nobody was keeping us down.
LaPOMA, Jonathan, Developing Minds