quinta-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2011

"It's funny, you know, after all the highways and the trains and the appointments and the years you end up worth more dead then alive"

"Nobody is hanging himself, Willy. I ran down eleven flights with a pen in my hand today and suddenly I stopped, you hear me?  And in the middle of that office building... I saw... You listen to this!— I stopped in the middle of the building and I saw... the sky. I saw the things that I love in this world; the work and the food and the time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the pen and I said to myself what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don't want to be? What am I doing in an office, making a contemptuous, begging fool of myself, when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am! Why can't I say that, Willy!"

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