For only when I err do I get away from what I know and what I understand. If "truth" were what I can understand, it would end up being but a small truth, my-sized. Truth must reside precisely in what I shall never understand.

You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.

Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.

The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.

I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.