• "All that we see or seem. Is but a dream within a dream."

— Edgar Allan Poe

• ""And when the universe has finished exploding all the stars will slow down, like a ball that has been thrown into the air, and they will come to a halt and they will all begin to fall towards the centre of the universe again. And then there will be nothing to stop us seeing all the stars in the world because they will all be moving towards us, gradually faster and faster, and we will know that the world is going to end soon because when we look up into the sky at night there will be no darkness, just the blazing light of billions and billions of stars, all falling."

— Mark Haddon

• "I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone."

— J. R. R. Tolkien

• "I tell you: one must have chaos within oneself, to give birth to a dancing star."

— Friedrich Nietzsche

• "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

• "Eu sou do caos, tenho muita honra em sê-lo, sou decadente convicto e orgulhoso! Orgulho-me da minha decadência! Não simpatizo com nenhum Partido Político. Sou livre, dos últimos livres. Viva a vida! A decadência pensando bem é gostosa. Cuidado com o tédio Mautner! E a angústia, não me fará ficar sanguinário?"

— Jorge Mautner

• "Dearest Kitty,

Can you tell me why people go to such lengths to hide their real selves? Or why I always behave very differently when I'm in the company of others? I know there must be a reason, but sometimes I think it's horrible that you can't ever confide in anyone, not even those closest to you."

— Anne Frank Diary

• "She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don’t know what she was - anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her."

— Charles Dickens

• "I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life."

— Virgina Woolf

• "I want to be silverly beautiful."

— Sylvia Plath

• "I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books."

— C.S. Lewis

• "Find what you love and let it kill you."

— Charles Bukowski

• "I remember I would not stand still; I would not stop being perplexed by everything that spontaneously attracted me or caught my attention. I would never cease to look around me and observe myself in relation to nature: either crystal clear skies and sun-melting afternoons, or foggy winter days and weirdly tinted nights. I would never cease to dream and stand by the window, ready to let the diversity of life pass freely through my skin; courageous enough to believe I stood a chance in devouring each shade of sensation. Or perhaps, immensely foolish to plainly — believe at all."

— Virginia Woolf

• "The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreath

Her great veils rising and falling with the waters; The shivering willows weep on her shoulder, The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow.

The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her; At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder, Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings; - A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars."

— Arthur Rimbaud

• "I remember I would not stand still; I would not stop being perplexed by everything that spontaneously attracted me or caught my attention. I would never cease to look around me and observe myself in relation to nature: either crystal clear skies and sun-melting afternoons, or foggy winter days and weirdly tinted nights. I would never cease to dream and stand by the window, ready to let the diversity of life pass freely through my skin; courageous enough to believe I stood a chance in devouring each shade of sensation. Or perhaps, immensely foolish to plainly — believe at all."

— Virginia Woolf

• " And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins. "

— C. S. Lewis

• "She liked books more than anything else, and was, in fact, always inventing stories of beautiful things and telling them to herself."

— Frances Hodgson Burnett

"Eu sou mansa, mas minha função de viver é feroz." — Clarice Lispector

“Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final”

― Rainer Maria Rilke

“I'm my own muse. The subject I know best. The subject I want to better.”

― Frida Kahlo