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Non bisogna però dimenticare che anche la “realtà” è, in fin dei conti, solo una coincidenza momentanea su un globo enorme, brulicante di possibilità che non si realizzeranno mai. Ognuna di loro potrebbe raccontarci una storia completamente diversa di noi, interpretarci in modo differente. [...] Vorrei che nell’universo infinito, nel luogo in cui i destini e le persone vengono assegnati l’uno all’altro e per un attimo si ha la possibilità di essere altro, vorrei che esistesse un momento come questo.
David Grossman - Che tu sia per me il coltello

Eppure, ogni volta che imparava una parola nuova, una parola che è anche un po’ “loro”, di tutti, persino la sua prima parola, una parola bella come “luce”, io provavo una stretta al cuore, perchè pensavo: chissà cosa sta perdendo in questo momento. Chissà quanti tipi di chiarore ha visto e assaggiato e odorato prima di stiparli tutti in quella piccola scatola chiamata “luce”, con quella “c” nel mezzo, come un interruttore per spegnerla.
David Grossman - Che tu sia per me il coltello

That our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness for our pleasure, a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colours, and be changed, or have other secrets, a world in which the past would have little or no place, or survive, at any rate, in no conscious form of obligation or regret, the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness and the memories of pleasure their pain.
Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray

Basil, my dear boy, puts everything that is charming in him into his work. The consequence is that he has nothing left for life but his prejudices, his principles, and his common sense. The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are. A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.
Oscar Wilde – The Picture of Dorian Gray

A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.
Oscar Wilde - The picture of Dorian Gray