I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort

How was she to tie herself to a man without permitting him to imprison her? And was there some means of acquiring things without those things possessing her?

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.

And now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me? Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

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

I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I have nothing more to accomplish in this world except to wait for death. Searching for the word in darkness. Any little success invades me and puts me in full view of everyone. I long to wallow in the mud. I can scarcely control my need for self-abasement, my craving for licentiousness and debauchery. Sin tempts me, forbidden pleasures lure me. I want to be both pig and hen, then kill them and drink their blood.

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