“if you only let your thoughts go, they can come up with all sorts of things, conjuring up images of anyone at all, making caricatures of even the people that you know and love most. The self-preservation instinct. Let your… — Mons Kallentoft Copy Share Image
“E segundo a moral dos homens? Certos actos nunca serão perdoados. Violação. Pedofilia. Tortura de crianças. Ausência de amor. A pena para isso é… — Mons Kallentoft Copy Share Image
“I see thousands of people in the images. They flicker past, but never return. Nothing and no one stays, it’s the loneliest of lonely… — Mons Kallentoft Copy Share Image
“Some nights the bed is endlessly wide, some nights it contains all the loneliness in the world. Some nights it is soft and promising,… — Mons Kallentoft Copy Share Image
“Ouvem este murmúrio? Este murmúrio infindável? É o musgo a murmurar. São os mortos a conversar. É o que vão dizer as lendas. Os… — Mons Kallentoft Copy Share Image
“Was I ever alive, or did I die long ago, in a room so cramped that there was never any space for love?” — Mons Kallentoft Copy Share Image
“I can be many people,depending what the situation demands. He pulls a face. He conjures forth anger, he smiles, looks surprised, attentive, reserved, inquisitive,… — Mons Kallentoft Copy Share Image
“When I die I shall fall down dead on the spot. I’m not going to hang around in some hospital, rambling and unable to… — Mons Kallentoft Copy Share Image
“Can I make my words reach you? One single little word? In that case I would like it to be this word. Darkness. The… — Mons Kallentoft Copy Share Image
“if you only let your thoughts go, they can come up with all sorts of things, conjuring up images of anyone at all, making… — Mons Kallentoft Copy Share Image
