If writings did not exist, what terrible depressions we should suffer.
I like the smell of paper - all kinds. It reminds me of the scent of skin.
When God made the first clay model of a human being, He painted in the eyes... the lips... and the sex. And then He painted in each person's name lest the person should ever forget it. If God approved of His creation, He brought the painted clay model into life by signing His own name.
Anything coloured Indigo is splendid; Indigo coloured flowers, Indigo thread, and especially indigo paper.
Nagiko: How can I get pleasure writing on you? You have to write on me. Jerome: Go on. Use my body like the pages of a book. Of your book.
Se não houvesse escritos, a quantas terríveis perdas de tempo seríamos poupados... A idolatria da escrita e da cultura !... Até fizeram de Deus um criador, escritor e artista... O que os homens fazem para rebaixar o mistério, o que se cala, ao seu nível de comunicadores tartamudos !...
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