I am like my characters - sometimes even the female ones.

Night was running ahead of itself.

I am a writer who has written about the life of my people, the character of my people. What I can say is that the greatest hero of the Brazilian novel is the Brazilian people.

The world is like that -- incomprehensible and full of surprises .

Love is not to be proven or measured...It exists, and that is enough.

He owned a whole world full of memories, of lovely moments relived and happy recollections. I'm not saying he was happy or that he didn't suffer. He suffered very much, but he did not despair; he still drew nourishment from what he had been given. But the sadness never left him. Happiness needs more than memories of the past to feed on; it also needs dreams of the future.

That's the very reason why love is eternal, because it is forever renewed. Passions die, love remains.