I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I have nothing more to accomplish in this world except to wait for death. Searching for the word...

Não ter nascido bicho parece ser uma de minhas secretas nostalgias.

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de gr ce- which is called passion.

Para Sartre a existência precede a essência, no sentido de que existir precede isso que nós somos; e que somos o que nós mesmos escolhemos ser.

Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.

Who hasn’t asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?

I just remembered a time when to warm up my spirit I prayed: movement is spirit. Prayer was a means of mutely and hidden from others reaching myself. When I prayed I achieved an emptiness...

I just know that I don’t want cheating. I refuse. I deepened myself but I don’t believe in myself because my thought is invented.

I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.

A vida é igual em toda a parte e o que é necessário é a gente ser a gente.

Eu sempre disse a mim mesma que o amor que os outros têm pela gente cria mais deveres do que o amor que a gente tem pelos outros.

And now — now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me?Don’t forget, in the meantime, that...

Reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought. . . . life precedes love, bodily matter precedes the body, and one day in its turn language shall have preceded possession of silence.

Life was taking its vengeance on me, and that vengeance consisted merely in coming back, nothing more. Every case of madness involves something coming back. People who are possessed are not possessed by something that...

Ignorance of the law of irreducibility was no excuse. I could no longer excuse myself with the claim that I didn’t know the law — for knowledge of self and of the world is the...

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

Oh, don’t pull your hand away from me, I’ve promised myself that maybe by the end of this impossible narrative I shall understand, oh maybe it will be on Hell’s road that I shall be...

I was first drawn to you thinking you were going to teach me something more than that. I needed that which I sensed in you and which you have always denied.

The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like...

It’s hard for me to believe that I will die. Because I’m bubbling in a frigid freshness. My life is going to be very long because each instant is. The impression is that I’m still...

(…) poucas vezes a gente encontra pessoas cuja alegria não seja somente digestiva.

Querida quem faz arte sofre como os outros só que tem um meio de expressão.

A veces tengo la impresión de que escribo por simple curiosidad intensa. Es que, al escribir, me entrego a las sorpresas más inesperadas. Es a la hora de escribir que muchas veces me vuelvo consciente...

A guerra é boa talvez no sentido de chamar a atenção para certos problemas.

I see myself abandoned, solitary, thrown into a cell without dimensions, where light and shadows are silent phantoms. Within my inner self I find the silence I am seeking. But it leaves me so bereft...

O mundo todo é ligeiramente chato, parece.O que importa na vida é estar junto de quem se gosta.

The world’s continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

When I suddenly see myself in the depths of the mirror, I take fright. I can scarcely believe that I have limits, that I am outlined and defined. I feel myself to be dispersed in...

I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?

Mira a todos a tu alrededor y ve lo que hemos hecho de nosotros y de eso considerado como victoria nuestra de cada día. No hemos amado por encima de todas las cosas. No hemos...

How does it feel to have a daughter?- At times it’s like holding a warm egg in my hand.

(…) Você e Tania sugerem que eu releia e desentorte o livro. Mas eu não consigo mais entrar dentro do ambiente dele. Para mim é como ler uma coisa vazia e eu tenho que parar...

In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.

(…) Porque se antes eu também queria enormemente estar no Brasil de um modo geral, agora fiquei indiferente quanto ao lugar onde viver – foi esse o resultado do isolamento na Suiça. Aprendi a não...

(…) às vezes não se tem o que escrever mesmo quando se tem o que falar.

I’ is merely one of the world’s instantaneous spasms.