Now the scene my freedom created is over.

And having maids—let’s be honest here and call them servants—is an offense against humanity. And being obliged to be what people call “presentable” infuriates me

I’d really like to describe still lifes

The only truth became that tenderness into which she had sunk. Her face was vague and ill-defined, floating among all the other opaque and confident faces, as if it were not yet able to find support in any expression

“It’s a little chick!” she said.

And when she woke up? When she woke up she no longer knew who she was. Only later did she think with satisfaction: I’m a typist and a virgin, and I like coca-cola

Meanwhile, lying here beside him, she could think. And meanwhile is also time

Yet despite everything, the impression persisted as if the most important thing lay beyond the staircase and the fans

How to explain, except that something I don’t understand was happening. What did she want, that woman who is me? what was happening to a G

University students will identify with you and almost all of them will want to marry you. Tell your fiancé to be very careful

Poetry was the word older people used. And their wariness was enormous, like that of animals

The giving-to-others part can only occur once that graft is in place. Or perhaps it’s a mixture of both, I’m not sure, artistic creation is a mystery that, fortunately, escapes me

Now fully awake, should she so desire, Joana could relax a little, and relive her entire childhood... The brief period spent with her father, the removal to her aunt's house, the teacher instructing her how to live, puberty, surfacing mysteriously, boarding school..

At six in the morning the foam is whiter. JASMINE I will return to the sea later; I always do. But I mentioned perfume

Sometimes she’d compare herself to the fruits, and despising her external appearance, she’d eat herself internally, full of living juice as she was. She was trying to leave pain, as if trying to leave another reality that had lasted her whole life up to that point.

Am I speaking of death? no, of life. It is not a state of happiness, it is a state of contact.

. .” “And since I’m not going to live my whole life

But it was also true that because of that same second someone else would be struck down: São Geraldo was full of resplendent people who quivered with joy in the ambulance of the Pedro II Psychiatric Hospital. The main thing really was not to understand

I in fact — I had never actually seen a cockroach. I had just been repulsed by its ancient and ever-present existence — but had never actually come face-to-face with one, not even in thought.

She could only say that it was empty and that it was ten at night. Nothing more