“When peace finally came, it smelled of the sort of peace that haunts prisons and cemeteries, a shroud of silence and shame that rots one’s soul and never goes away.”
“The Shadow of the Wind,” Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Wish I’d Said It
“I begin with an idea, and then it becomes something else.”
Pablo Picasso, quoted in: Ann Livermore (1988), Artists and Aesthetics in Spain. p. 154 (Wikiquote.org)
