Sexta-feira, 20 de Abril de 2007
"People were continually coming in, and I wouldn't be one of those who by moving their heads up and down betray a foolish expectation. What have we all got to expect that we allow ourselves to be so lined with disappointment?"
"- (...) I want you to be happy, that's all.
- You'd make my bed for me?
- Perhaps.
Insecurity is the worst sense that lovers feel: sometimes the most humdrum desireless marriage seems better. Insecutiry twists meanings and poisons trust."
leitura levezinha, mas agradável.