Everything Is Theater.

We Never Love Anyone. What We Love Is The Idea We Have Of Someone. It's Our Own Concept—our Own Selves—that We Love.

I Don't Write In Portuguese. I Write Myself.

We Are Two Abysses - A Well Staring At The Sky.

All Beginnings Are Involuntary.

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.