"...imagine it—there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own little private library.” - Haruki Murakami
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Rosa Lobato Faria
Hoje ficamos mais pobres. Morreu uma grande senhora. Nutria uma grande admiração pela mesma. Fiquei triste.