I couldn’t decide whether it was better to be the art, or the artist.

To own beauty is the first lie of it.

I never was very good at acting. I never was very good at playing the role. Because the true pretending can only come off in our genuine awareness of the real. Only those of us...

It’s not enough to say it; you would need to take it out of your mouth, you would need to become it. You would need to become what you were born to be. In actuality,...

Literature sustains life because it captures death in its forward march. Clickety-clickety-clack, the wheels go round and round …

Always being myself and my salve, which is life. I’m not lonely, if that’s what it seems like. Always writing things down.

Tangerine tango was still in. Cardigans without buttons were in. Bahia bands were in. Senhor do Bonfim. Make a wish? But hardly anyone considered the most radical move: be yourself. Beauty is always a revolutionary...

The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.

In the act of creation, as in all the arts, the soul should be felt in the face and the fingers and the tongue, even in the cavities.