My soul's the present shadow of a presence gone.

Yes, talking to people makes me sleepy.

Look, there's no metaphysics on earth but chocolates.

Between me and life is a faint glass. No matter how sharply I see and understand life, I cannot touch it.

At first I felt dizzy - not with the kind of dizziness that makes the body reel but the kind that's like a dead emptiness in the brain, an instinctive awareness of the void.

I enjoy wording. Words for me are tangible bodies, visible sirens, incarnate sensualities.

Each of us is several, is many,is a profusion of selves. So that the self who disdains his surroundings is not the same as the self who suffers or takes joy in them. In the vast colony of our being there are many species of people who think and feel in different ways. Livro Do Desassossego