" If Tom had learned anything... it was that you can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that's all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence... Tom had finally learned, there are no miracles. There's no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now."
Se por acaso me vires por aí fica a saber que eu já não sei do meu vestidovermelho mas tira-me um retrato a preto e branco como se estivéssemos em 1970. Confesso que às vezes tenho vontade de sair para comprar cigarros e dançar música impopular, tango do antigamente, a canção da carne crua - arrepiar a pele que há em mim.
Não sei onde mora o mundo, em mim, (sempre,) inquietação e alvoroço.
"What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?"