Per lei la belva è solitudine. La sua carezza è la carezza che si fa al cane o al tronco d'albero. Ma, straniero, lei mi guarda, mi guarda, e nella tunica breve è una magra ragazza, come tu forse ne hai vedute al tuo paese. Cesare Pavese.
This was the first book I ever bought with my own money. I was probably around four or five at the time. I didn’t actually read it until much later but I used to just carry it around and what not. Makes me pine for the good ol’ days.
"Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love."