samedi, 24 mai 2014
Cyclothymia
"What bothers you all the time ?
Nothing other than an oblong black hole, one that waits for all of us."
(James Lee Burke, op. cit. supra, p. 408)
"There are occasions in this world when you're allowed to step inside a sonnet, when clocks stop, and you don't worry about time's winged chariot and hands that beckon to you from the shadows."
(Ibid., p. 410)
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