Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?

But I welcome the darkness where the two eyes of that soft panther glow. The darkness is my cultural broth. The enchanted darkness. I go on speaking to you, risking disconnection: I’m subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.

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

Living isn't courage, knowing that you're living, that's courage

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

Whether she won or lost, she would continue to wrestle with life. It would not be with her own life alone but with all of life. Something had finally been released within her. And there it was, the sea.

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.