Stones in the road? I save every single one, and one day I'll build a castle.
To choose ways of not acting was ever the concern and scruple of my life.
Nobody appropriates novelties as readily as the Portuguese.
I suffer from life and from other people. I can’t look at reality face to face. Even the sun discourages and depresses me. Only at night and all alone, withdrawn, forgotten and lost, with no connection to anything real or useful — only then do I find myself and feel comforted.
I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.
I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist. I’m the space between what I’d like to be and what others made of me. Just let me be at ease and all by myself in my room.