Franny & Zooey & Louis Ismaël

“How about six months?”

“Six months from now or last night?”

“Uhm. Last night. Six months from last night, which was June 16th.”

Lover, You Should've Come Over ₊˚⊹ Jeff Buckley (1995)

A gente tá aqui, eu e você. E a mamãe tá aqui com a gente, também. A lembrança dela tá aqui com a gente, né? E o papai só não tá morando agora com você porque eu não posso. Mas eu vim aqui pra isso, viu? Pra gente morar junto, pra gente ficar junto pra sempre, eu e você.

“Memories are stories, so you better come up with one you can live with.”

“Your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts hidden by a good name. That name is the only card we have to play.” 

“I love the way the people seem to be dissolving into the background. It’s like the environments–you know–are stronger than the people. His human figures are always so transitory. It‘s funny. Transitory?”

“Yeah. Transitory.”

“Oh, Mr. Cuthbert… that place we came through, that white place, what was it?”

“Well now, you must mean the Avenue? It is a kind of pretty place.”

“Pretty? Oh, pretty doesn't seem the right word to use. Nor beautiful, either. They don't go far enough. Oh, it was wonderful!! It just satisfies me here, it gave me a pleasant ache… Have you ever had an ache like that, Mr. Cuthbert?”

“Well now, I just can't recollect that I’ve had.”

“I have had it lots of times! Whenever I see anything royally beautiful. But they shouldn't call that lovely place the Avenue. Why not call it the White Way of Delight? Isn't that a nice imaginative name?”

“White Way of Delight?”

“When I don't like the name of a place or a person, I always imagine a new one and always think of them so. Mr. Cuthbert, you can call that the White Way of Delight next time, too! Have we really only another mile to go before we get home?”

“Well now, yes, just about one more mile!”

“I'm glad, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry because this drive has been so pleasant, and I'm always sorry when pleasant things end. Something still pleasanter may come after, but you can never be sure. And it's so often the case that it isn't pleasanter. That has been my experience, anyhow.”

“Your guest has been waiting for you. Look, she's sitting out there on the shingles. I asked her to go into the ladies' waiting room, but she informed me gravely that she preferred to stay outside. There was more scope for imagination, she said.”

“This is the photo my mother kept in her bedroom. When I was a kid, I thought that was my arm giving her daisies. Now I make a new mistake and I think it's her arm giving me the daisies, saying, 'Here. Here is simple and happy. That's what I meant to give you.'”