Isn't Joyful Or Painful This Pain In

Liberty Is The Possibility Of Isolation.

To Create, I Destroyed Myself; I Made Myself External To Such A Degree Within Myself That Within Myself I Do Not Exist Except In An External Fashion. I Am The Living Setting In Which Several Actors Make Entrances, Putting On Several Different Plays.

Art Gives Us The Illusion Of Liberation From The Sordid Business Of Being.

My Homeland Is The Portuguese Language.

I'm Upset By The Happiness Of All These Men Who Don't Know They're Unhappy. Because Of That, Though, I Love Them All. Dear Vegetables!