...the painful intensity of my sensations, even when they're happy ones; the blissful intensity of my sensations, even when they're sad.

Multipliquei-me para me sentir.

To choose ways of not acting was ever the concern and scruple of my life.

To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think.

My homeland is the portuguese language.

I belong to a generation - assuming that this generation includes others besides me - that lost its faith in the gods of the old religions as well as in the gods of modern nonreligions. I reject Jehova as I reject humanity.

In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts I wrote ten, fifteen, or even more years ago. And many of them seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognize myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else's dream.