10 Quotes by Chico Buarque

O Danúbio, pensei, era o Danúbio mas não era azul, era amarelo, a cidade toda era amarela, os telhados, o asfalto, os parques, engraçado isso, uma cidade amarela, eu pensava que Budapeste fosse cinzenta, mas Budapeste era amarela.

Esse silêncio todo me atordoaAtordoado, eu permaneço atento

Most people know my music but will never read my books.

Music kind of kidnapped me for a while.

Whatever is original in my writing comes from my musical apprenticeship. I look for rhythm in words. I imagine words as if they were musical chords. Often I'll write something, read it, and find it musically unsatisfactory. There is a musical imperative in my choice of words.

Had I not become entangled with music, I would have become an author much earlier.

Every time I drive into Rio from the airport, I see the city for the first time and think how strange it is.

Some people thought I was using my popularity as a singer to sell my first novel. For others, it was almost a sacrilege: a practitioner of a minor art daring to enter the field of high art.

I'm not a professional. Yet somehow, I manage to get away with it.