I died of a summer's day
For a fraction of a second I sensed the infinite space that separated us, and ever since then I tell whoever cares to listen that I died once... at thirty-five years of age, of a summer's day in a hospital room...
Philippe Dijan - Betty Blue, 313
Philippe Dijan - Betty Blue, 313
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I can't decide whether this book is to be recommended or not, but there's some beautifully insightful stuff like this towards the end if you're in the mood for a manic depressive love story.
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