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quinta-feira, 7 de junho de 2012

The Cider House rules


"In those predawn hours, which are the toughest for insomniacs, Melony would whisper, ´Fifteen years.´ And just before she would fall asleep, she would ask of the first, flat light that crep into her bedroom, ´Are you still there, Sunshine?´ What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us are wrapped up in parentheses."

The Cider House Rules; John Irving