I've always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises. Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was, I've always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat. I was never convinced of what I believed in. I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through. Words were my only truth. When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been.
Fernando PessoaI feel closer ties and more intimate bonds with certain characters in books, with certain images Iโve seen in engravings, than with many supposedly real people with the metaphysical absurdity known as โflesh and bloodโ. In fact, โflesh and bloodโ describes them very well: they resemble cuts of meat laid out on the butcherโs marble slab, dead creatures bleeding as though still alive.
Fernando Pessoa