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“You’re a real prince. You’re a gentleman and a scholar, kid.” (…) “Listen, what the hell was the fight about?” I didn’t answer him. All I did was, I got up and went over and looked out the window. I felt so lonesome, all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead. …

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“Vi minha vida tomando mil direções, como os galhos da figueira do conto. Na ponta de cada galho havia um figo maduro – um maravilhoso futuro. Um figo era um marido, um lar feliz e filhos; outro, ser uma poeta famosa; outro, uma professora ilustre e mais outro era ser Éxis, a incrível editora; outro, [...]

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Oscar Wilde, sempre sabendo das coisas. deste flicker (gostei do manuscrito meio infantil, da colagem e até dessa estampa cafona de flores!)

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I’mma do the things that I wanna do I ain’t got a thing to prove to you I’ll eat my candy with the pork and beans Excuse my manners if I make a scene I ain’t gonna wear the clothes that you like! I’m finally dandy with the me inside! One look in the mirror [...]

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Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman: “O me, o life of the questions of these recurring, of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities filled with the foolish. What good [...]

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Yes, Jonathan, ignorance is bliss. foto de harry bloom

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There are thirty-four men in this here veehickle, and only thirty are supposed to go to the dance. Four must go. I plan to knife the first four men on my right, simultaneously singing ‘Off We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder’ at the top of my voice, to drown out their silly cries. Then [...]

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“A voting panel still upset that the working class ever gained the right to read“ (Literatura é o campo mais elitista das artes – que por si só já é algo bastante elitista; quando os quadrinhos era coisa do povão, Frank Miller e Neil Gaiman eram nada. Hoje em dia são tão cult…) Culture sucks down [...]

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Drenched to the bone, the bone of loneliness, the bone of silence, we plod back to the truck. Where are you Holden?  Never mind this Missing stuff. Stop playing around. Show up.  Show up somewhere. Hear me? Will you do that for me? It’s simply because I remember everything. I can’t forget anything that’s good, [...]

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     – Sylvia Plath não consigo definir isso tão bem quanto ela e Albert Camus expuseram em inglês. não é dependência, acho que é parte da natureza humana. we really need someone to cling to. é como se a gente tivesse jogado no meio do oceano, a princípio tem os nossos pais, e depois a gente [...]

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