segunda-feira, 16 de junho de 2014

O Prazer da Leitura (29)

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them. 

The Book Thief, Marcus Zusak

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