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Drawing by me
Oggi cosa fai, che ho voglia di star da te un po’?
There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.
Fahrenheit 451 (Ray Bradbury)
Così mi sono convinto che gli adolescenti non hanno domande: sono domande. Riformulano con i loro silenzi gli stessi “perché” reiterati tipici dei bambini, ma su un piano diverso: il bambino chiede come mai ci sono le stelle, l’adolescente chiede come ci si arriva.
L’arte di essere fragili (Alessandro D’Avenia)
He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.
The Great Gatsby (Scott Fitzgerald)
Well, tell me. You see, there’s a responsibility in being a person. It’s more than just taking up space where air would be
The East of Eden (John Steinbeck)
And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?
The Tell-Tale Heart (Edgar Allan Poe)