sexta-feira, 11 de abril de 2014

O Prazer da Leitura (16)

When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

The Catcher in the Rye, J. D. Salinger

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