I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?

No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.

I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

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

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

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.