The hand is no different from what it creates.
The madness of demons is rage - the madness of angels - hope.
I dream of a true husband—a good man, not a brute, nor a champion of men on the battlefield; I dream but of a gentle man, one who neither speaks too loud nor ignores evil.
Silence is a text easy to misread.
Being human is the most terrible loneliness in the universe.
Ricardo Pinto's The Chosen strikes the reader with great force.