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.
I write to save someone's life, probably my own
I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?
Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?
Brazil is where I have to be, where I have my roots.
I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.