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

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

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

Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.

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

Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.