Aunque olvides todo lo demás, acuérdate de esto: la inspiración que viene de fuera de uno mismo es igual que el calor en el horno. De él salen panecillos mediocres. Pero la inspiración que proviene de tu interior es como un volcán: puede cambiar el mundo.
Alan BradleyI wanted to cry.
I also wanted to go to my laboratory and prepare an enormous batch of nitrogen triiodide with which to blow up, in a spectacular mushroom cloud of purple vapor, the world and everyone in it.
IT WAS ONE OF those glorious days in March when the air was so fresh that you worshipped every whiff of it; that each breath of the intoxicating stuff created such new universes in your lungs and brain you were certain you were about to explode with sheer joy; one of those blustery days of scudding clouds and piddling showers and gum boots and wind-blown brollies that made you know you were truly alive.
Alan BradleyI drew in a deep breath, sucking the sour tange into my lungs and savoring the chemical smell of decay. But this was no time for pleasant reflections.
Alan BradleyFor all practical purposes, Feely's enthusiasms stopped where her skin ended.
Alan BradleyIf there is anything more delicious than a sausage roasted over an open Bunsen burner, I can't image what it might be--Porcelain and I tore into our food like cannibals after a missionary famine.
Alan BradleyHow I longed to tell her about Harriet--but somehow I could not. The grief in the room belonged to Porcelain and I realized, almost at once, that it would be selfish to rob her of it in any way.
Alan BradleyI was the eighth dwarf. Sneaky.
Alan BradleyI was learning that the best conversations consisted of keeping quiet and listening, and speaking, when one spoke at all, in words of a single syllable.
Alan BradleyCould it be that goodness waxes and wanes like the moon, and that only evil is constant?
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