His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

Escribir es un acto de amor, un regalo que ofrecemos al mundo, una forma de decir 'aquí estoy, esto soy'.

The truth is not always comfortable, but it is necessary.

A literatura nos permite viver mil vidas em uma só.