For at the hour of death you became a celebrated film star, it is a moment of glory for everyone, when the choral music scales the top notes.

Facts and particulars annoy me.

In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.

Today at school I wrote an essay about Flag Day which was so beautiful, but ever so beautiful - for I even used words without really knowing what they meant.

I just know that I don't want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don't believe in myself because my thought is invented.

And I want to be held down. I don't know what to do with the horrifying freedom that can destroy me.

Brazil is where I have to be, where I have my roots.