“Memory is like a wayward dog. Sometimes it drops the ball and sometimes it brings it, and sometimes it doesn’t bring a ball at all; it brings a shoe.”
Jess Kidd – The Hoarder
Het kind verwachtte snoepgoed, ik hoopte op literatuur
Sam Savage – Firmin
This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?
Jonathan Safran Foer (Everything is Illuminated)