“E segundo a moral dos homens? Certos actos nunca serão perdoados. Violação. Pedofilia. Tortura de crianças. Ausência de amor. A pena para isso é a vergonha eterna.” — 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
