Let Pascal say that man is a thinking reed. He is wrong; man is a thinking erratum. Each period in life is a new edition that corrects the preceding one and that in turn will be corrected by the next, until publication of the definitive edition, which the publisher donates to the worms.

In woman sex corrects banality, in men it aggravates it.

A vida sem luta é um mar morto no centro do organismo universal.

The best thing to do is to loosen my grip on my pen and let it go wandering about until it finds an entrance. There must be one – everything depends on the circumstances, a rule applicable as much to literary style as to life. Each word tugs another one along, one idea another, and that is how books, governments and revolutions are made – some even say that is how Nature created her species.

Tears are not arguments.

There is nothing worse than giving the longest of legs to the smallest of ideas.

Dreams disdain fine lines and finishing touches on landscapes – they content themselves with thick but representative brushstrokes.