This is the place where I post my favorite quotes from books I'm reading
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I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.

Neil Gaiman (via fourteendrawings)

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Cada um lê os poemas como pode e neles entende o que quer, aplica o sentido dos versos à sua própria experiência acumulada até o momento em que os lê.

Nove Noites
Bernardo Carvalho —

Terá que aprender a se lembrar dele como um homem fora do seu campo de visão, se é que pretende vê-lo como eu o vi. Também demorei a entender o que ele queria dizer com aquilo, o que havia de mais terrível nas suas palavras: que, ao contrário dos outros, vivia fora de si. Via-se como um estrangeiro e, ao viajar, procurava apenas voltar para dentro de si, de onde não estaria mais condenado a se ver. Sua fuga foi resultado do seu fracasso. De certo modo, ele se matou para sumir do seu campo de visão, para deixar de se ver.

Nove Noites

Bernardo Carvalho

Desventuras Em Série
Lemony Snicket
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Desventuras Em Série (1)
Lemony Snicket
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He knows I’ll like a song before I’ve heard it. He laughs before I even get to the punch line. There’s this place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me.

Eleanor & Park

Rainbow Rowell

Eleanor & Park

Rainbow Rowell
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Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

Eleanor & Park

Rainbow Rowell

He leaned against her, pressing his shoulder into hers. Don’t be mad at me,” he said, sighing. “it maked ne crazy.”
“I’m never mad at you,” she said.
“Right.”
“I’m not.”
“You must just be mad arroubd me a lot.

Eleanor & Park

Rainbow Rowell

Maybe I’m not attracted to real girls, he’d thought at the time. Maybe I’m some sort of perverted cartoon-sexual.

Eleanor & Park Rainbow Rowell —