São tiradas destas que me mantêm presa a uma leitura, sempre à espera de mais:
<< His writing was a mechanical game, a solitary pondering on his own errors, but it was not--he thought--''creation'', for creation had to be inspired by love of someone who is not ourselves.>>
Umberto Eco in Foucault's Pendulum
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