Philippe Claudel

"Il fallut que je grandisse seul, dans l'affection de nos souvenirs communs que je faisais danser dans mon cerveau à les user comme un linge trop porté".

- dans Le Café de l'Excelsior

Monteiro Lobato

"Um país se constrói com homens e livros"

Daniel Pennac

"Le temps de lire, comme le temps d'aimer, dilate le temps de vivre".

- dans Comme un roman

Edgar Allan Poe

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.