Facts and particulars annoy me.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

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

So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.

Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.

Even great men are only truly recognized and honored once they are dead. Why? Because those who praise them need to feel themselves somehow superior to the person praised, they need to feel they are making some concession.

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