— Eu. Você, não eu — tentei explicar-lhe por gestos. Ficou contrariada.
— Sim. Você é como eu, mas não de todo igual — corrigi.
Ficou um pouco mais tranquila, mas ainda duvidava.
— Eu, você, juntos, correr correr — tentei dizer-lhe.
Ela rompeu numa gargalhada e saiu correndo.
The Sandman: overture, Neil Gaiman
Americanah, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
"But of course it makes sense because we are Third Worlders and Third Worlders are forward-looking, we like things to be new, because our best is still ahead, while in the West their best is already past and so they have to make a fetish of that past."
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Junot Diaz
I’m not entirely sure Oscar would have liked this designation. Fukú story. He was a hardcore sci-fi and fantasy man, believed that that was the kind of story we were all living in. He'd ask: What more sci-fi than the Santo Domingo? What more fantasy than the Antilles?
The heart goes last, Margaret Atwood
Oblivion is increasingly attractive to the young, and even to the middle-aged, since why retain your brain when no amount of thinking can even begin to solve the problem?”
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