“Les hommes sont comme les marrons qu’on nous vend dans la rue : quand on les achète, ils sont tout brûlants et ils sentent bon, puis dès qu’on les sort de leur écorce ils refroidissent tout de suite et on s’aperçoit qu’ils sont presque tous gâtés à l’intérieur.”
Le Prisonnier du ciel, 2012
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