“I give my whole water in joy，“ sings the waterfall， '' though little of it is enough for the thirsty。''

A literatura é a voz dos que não têm voz.

The ability to be alone is the ability to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those who can be alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another human being—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.