“I know writing is what I do but I still don't see myself as one.”

“Now I must, I suppose, explain why I have been writing this account. […] I have written to disclose myself to myself, and I am writing now because I will, I know, sometime read what I am now writing and wonder. Perhaps by the time I do, I will have solved the mystery of myself, or perhaps I will no longer care to know the solution.”

“I don't write in Portuguese. I write myself.”

“I write to discover something, not so much to set down what I already know. I see ignorance and confusion all around me. I see these things in myself. I'm subject of all kinds of fears and conflicting desires. But one of those desires, the sanest one, is to see through the confusion.”

“I know what to do with my life. I just don't know what to do with this one night.”

“What do I say to them in the dressing-room? Nothing really. Most of the time I don't even know what they are going to do myself.”

“I don't know what I think until I write it down.”

“I still have a struggle reading [dyslexia] and so I don't read much... Probably the only reason I'm painter is because I couldn't read yet I love to write, but when I write I know what I'm writing, but when I'm reading I can’t see it, because it goes from all sides of the page at once. But that's very good for printmaking.”

“I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say.”

“I do not know what I think until I write it.”