Pensar incomoda como andar à chuvaQuando o vento cresce e parece que chove mais.

There’s enough metaphysics in not thinking about anything.

It’s stranger than every strangenessAnd the dreams of all the poetsAnd the thoughts of all the philosophers, That things are really what they seem to beAnd there’s nothing to understand.

The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?

I don’t always feel what I know I should feel.My thought crosses the river I swim very slowlyBecause the suit men made it wear weighs it down.

Also at times, on the surface of streams, Water?bubbles formAnd grow and burstAnd have no meaning at allExcept that they’re water?bubblesGrowing and bursting.

I pass and I stay, like the Universe.

A row of trees far away, there on the hillside.But what is it, a row of trees? It’s just trees.Row and the plural trees aren’t things, they’re names.

Even so, I’m somebody.I’m the Discoverer of Nature.I’m the Argonaut of true sensations.I bring a new Universe to the UniverseBecause I bring the Universe to itself.

All beings exist and nothing elseAnd that’s why they’re called beings

Things don’t have significance: they only have existence.Things are the only hidden meaning of things.

In the plains the grass grows tall, since there is no one to cut it. There is no one to water it either.

Conceive, believe and achieve.

Fog is more dangerous than dark, as it gives the illusion of seeing.

The computer can't tell you the emotional story. It can give you the exact mathematical design, but what's missing is the eyebrows.

The surest way to reveal one's character is not through adversity but by giving them power.

I was raised by the Christian Brothers, who believe in that, fortunately. They were, to me, the most rebellious arm of the Catholic Church - and one of the most liberal and forward thinking.

If pressed, I would say I feel British. It's where I grew up and where I choose to live, the culture that I love, but I feel perfectly at home in America, I don't feel like a tourist or anything.

In the same way Marxism robs workers of ambition, Feminism robs men and women of love.

I lived in Minnesota in a small town.

Nothing has to happen for me to feel good! I feel good because I'm alive! Life is a gift, and I revel in it.