"The maelstrom was made of a kind of bravura and exaggerated origami, a funnel of scissored and foaming navy-blue paper with spiring silver coils and feathery snipped and streaming froth."
There’s a man called The Doctor. He lives on a cloud in the sky, and all he does, all day, every day is to stop all the children in the world ever having bad dreams.
(Fonte: ohgallifrey, via xlovurs)
E se nessuno ti parla, allora ti tocca pensare. E io non facevo altro, allora. Pensavo tanto che mi faceva male la gola, perché è lì che si fermano le tristezze. Stefano Benni, La grammatica di Dio.
