Sandra Fúster

“i have a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. and that terrifies me to the point where i can barely function.”
― Kurt Cobain, Journals

“Es triste que nuestro cerebro no sea capaz de almacenar los recuerdos de cada segundo de nuestra vida. En la memoria solo queda pedacería. Además, la percepción nos juega trucos. Superponemos hechos reales con imaginarios y lo que dábamos como sucedido no es más que una invención. El recuerdo de nuestro pasado queda a mitad de camino entre lo ficticio y lo verídico.”
― Guillermo Arriaga, Salvar el fuego

“I took refuge in "the sublime and beautiful"—in my dreams, of course”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead

“You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs—the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limb, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate—the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita