For this war was not made to take you away from your country, but to take your country away from within you.

Besides, wars never begin. When we awaken to them, we realise they started long ago.

And that is what a writer is – a traveller between identities, a smuggler of souls.

After us, there was no more world to receive anyone.

The greatest misfortune for a poor country is that, instead of producing wealth, it produces rich people. But rich people without wealth. In fact, it would be better to call them moneyed rather than rich: a rich person is one who possesses the means of production. A rich person is someone who generates money and provides jobs. A moneyed person is someone who quite simply has some cash. Or rather, he thinks he has. For, in reality, it’s the cash that has him.

I was eleven years old when I saw a woman for the first time, and I was seized by such sudden surprise that I burst into tears.

Ideas, we all know, are not born in people’s heads. They begin somewhere out there, loose wisps of smoke swirling directionless in their search for a befitting mind.

Love is a territory where orders can’t be issued.

He who seeks eternity should look at the sky, he who seeks the moment, should look at the cloud.

AveSeria um pássaro No sono das asasondulavatoda a solidão do céuTerrestre,só a fugitiva sombraPaisagem nenhumalhe dava abrigoPousado,o corpode si mesmo se exilavaNos ensinavaa deslumbrância da viagema nós que só na morteolharemos os céus de frente