Pediram pra usar meu lap. Fiz minha boa ação do dia e deixei. A infeliz fechou minhas abas do Chrome pra usar a internet. Senti meu rosto queimar e tive de respirar fundo algumas vezes pro batimento cardíaco regularizar.
“Agrado: Well, as I was saying, it costs a lot to be authentic, ma’am. And one can’t be stingy with these things because you are more authentic the more you resemble what you’ve dreamed of being.”—Todo sobre mi madre
“Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo,mollusk, Shabbos, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily … None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, ‘I don’t love you.’”—Everything Is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer