"You cunt (masculino!), you fucking cunt (masculino!), how could you go and leave me like this, floundering in my own foulness, with no one to save me from myself.How could you.

in Banvile, Jonh, The Sea, Booker Prize 2005, pág. 196 (adaptado!)

"These days I must take the world in small and carefully measured doses, it is a sort of homeopathic cure that I am undergoing, though I am not certain what this cure is meant to mend. Perhaps I am learning to live amongst the living again. Practising, I mean. But no, that is not it. Being here is just a way of not being anywhere."

ibidem, pág. 192