Salmos, Antigo Testamento

Mantenha a simplicidade. Cultive a beleza.

I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. Everything that was calm is mine, the watch with an ant walking, the toes, lined up like dogs, the stove long before it boils toads, the parlor, white in winter, long before flies, the doe lying down on moss, long before the bullet. I tie on the red shoes. They are not mine. They are my mother’s. Her mother’s before. Handed down like an heirloom but hidden like shameful letters. The house and the street where they belong are hidden and all the women, too, are hidden. All those girls who wore the red shoes, each boarded a train that would not stop. Stations flew by like suitors and would not stop. They all danced like trout on the hook. They were played with. They tore off their ears like safety pins. Their arms fell off them and became hats. Their heads rolled off and sang down the street. And their feet – oh God, their feet in the market place - their feet, those two beetles, ran for the corner and then danced forth as if they were proud. Surely, people exclaimed, surely they are mechanical. Otherwise… But the feet went on. The feet could not stop. They were wound up like a cobra that sees you. They were elastic pulling itself in two. They were islands during an earthquake. They were ships colliding and going down. Never mind you and me. They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.

Quando o sangue desce pra cabeça, me ajuda a pensar de forma mais clara. Você também devia tentar fazer isso. Quem sabe pode te ajudar a desanuviar essa sua cabeça confusa.

Tão pobres somos que as mesmas palavras nos servem para exprimir a mentira e a verdade

Cada porta aberta leva a muitas outras, portanto, quanto mais aprendemos, mais afastados estamos da verdade. Por isso, minha filosofia é simples: dirija rápido, mantenha-se bêbado e nunca dispense uma boa briga.

Isaías, Antigo Testamento, IS, 19:19

Isaías, IS, 19:19, Naquele dia, o Senhor terá um altar no meio da terra do Egito, e na fronteira do país será levantada uma coluna em honra do Senhor.

É um sinal de que duas pessoas tenham parado de amar uma a outra (ou pelo menos parado de desejar fazer o esforço que constitui noventa por cento do amor) quando não são mais capazes de transformar diferenças em piadas.

Nós sempre teremos Paris.

Jó, Antigo Testamento, JÓ, 37:6

Jó, JÓ, 37:6, Porque ele diz à neve: ´Caia sobre a terra`; e à chuva e ao aguaceiro: ´Sejam fortes`.

Levítico, Antigo Testamento, LV, 8:7

Levítico, LV, 8:7, Vestiu Arão com a túnica, cingiu-o com o cinto e pôs sobre ele a sobrepeliz. Também pôs sobre ele a estola sacerdotal, cingiu-o com o cinto de obra esmerada da estola sacerdotal e o ajustou com esse cinto.