Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.
— Lemony Snicket
Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.
— Charles Bukowski
Privatize-se tudo, privatize-se o mar e o céu, privatize-se a água e o ar, privatize-se a justiça e a lei, privatize-se a nuvem que passa, privatize-se o sonho, sobretudo se for diurno e de olhos abertos. E finalmente, para florão e remate de tanto privatizar, privatizem-se os Estados, entregue-se por uma vez a exploração deles a empresas privadas, mediante concurso internacional. Aí se encontra a salvação do mundo… e, já agora, privatize-se também a puta que os pariu a todos.
— José Saramago, in Cadernos de Lanzarote, Diário III
Auguste Rodin in his studio.
On the promontory I had loved in former days, between the drenched pillars of the ruined temple, I seemed to be walking behind someone whose footsteps I could still hear on the tombstones and mosaics, but whom I would never catch up with again.
— Albert Camus - “Return to Tipasa”
This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. For ever I shall be a stranger to myself.
— Albert Camus - The Myth of Sisyphus