On my journey to the mysteries I hear the carnivorous plant that laments times immemorial: and I have obscene nightmares beneath the sick winds. I am enchanted, seduced, transfixed by furtive voices

He had plunged giddily from Lídia to Joana. Knowing this helped him to love her

It was then (explosion) that suddenly the relationship between Olímpico and Macabéa came to an end. A perhaps odd relationship but at least a distant relative of some pale love

And I liked it because I’m a very sweet person, I was sweet to all the men. Besides, it was fun in the zone because the girls all hung out together

Ah, the girl with four shoes was watching. The desire to go to a dance would sometimes emerge, grow and leave sea-foam on the beach

I proceed in an intuitive way and without seeking an idea: I am organic. And I don’t question myself about my motives

But I couldn’t make it past the same sentence

People were getting up around me, were stirring. I stood up and made for the exit, weak and pale.

In the sky the faintest of rainbows: it was the announcement. The morning like a white sheep

Wine, nearly black from being so thoroughly pressed, trembled in earthen vessels. Everything before us

I know that we love whatever is God. With serious love, solemn love, respect, fear, and reverence

But, at my slight cringing, the oratorio just intensified, and so I kept still, no longer trying to make a movement to help myself. I’d already abandoned myself — I could nearly see there at the beginning of the path already traveled the body I’d cast off

— You also feel nervous about childbirth at times, the other replied mechanically.

Bird-of-paradise is pure masculinity. It has an aggressiveness of love and of healthy pride

It seems to me that in a dream I swore a pledge on the other side, a blood oath. No one will know anything: what I know is so volatile and nearly inexistent that it is between me and I.

In the country town—which would one day become a small metropolis—horses still reigned as prominent inhabitants. Due to the increasingly urgent need for transport, teams of horses had invaded the village, and there stirred in the still-wild children the secret desire to gallop

I’m going to investigate things. I hope they won’t avenge themselves on me

Perhaps no more than a quiet second separating one stretch of life from the next

In fear, perhaps, but they slept. Were they afraid because they thought they would have to live in the square? They didn’t know that the square had merely been the being’s place of work

God was not made for us