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1.And love, instead of giving, makes demands.
2.I think I had a vague feeling that being in such unbearable pain was proof that I was brimming with life.
3.It saves the imprisoned soul, it saves the person who feels useless, it saves each day we live through and can only understand if we write about it.Writing is trying to understand,it is trying to reproduce the unreproducibe,it’s feeing to the deepest depths an emotion that would otherwise remain vague and suffocating. Writing is also bestowing a blessing on a life that was not blessed.
4.I’m one of those people who tends to sleep really badly,and yet I slept from eight’o clock at night to six in the morning.Ten hours:I feel an almost childish pride.I woke up with all the cells in my body recharged. So that's normal life,is it?If so,it's great
5.I am, above all, a person whose heart beats with the very lightest of joys when it succeeds in writing a sentence that says something about human or animal life.
6.The message is clear: do not sacrifice today for tomorrow.If you feel unhappy now, then do something about it now,be-cause you exist in a series of nows.
If we were all to examine our consciences, we would surely remember several nows that have been lost never to return.There are moments in life when we regret not having or not being or not doing or not accepting, moments in life when thatregret is as piercing as the most piercing pain.
He wanted us to do what we want to do now. Throughout his life,Thoreau preached and practiced the need to do now what matters most to us as individuals.
For example: to young people wanting to become writers,but who kept putting it off-either waiting for inspiration to strike or saying they didn’t have time because of their studies or their work----he told them to go to their room now and start to write.
7.The prey can leave the hunter mortally wounded
8.love as man’s vocation and poetry as his task in life
9.And art, i imagine, is not innocence itself, it’s becoming innocent.
10.passing on experience and knowledge is important, of course,bu even more important is discussing how one can justify being a writer in a consumer society like ours, in which people find their nourishment in things, objects, and have learned to worship fridges and cars, tools foisted on them as ways of feeding their souls. We don't believe that writing, as a profession more or less assimilated into society,will inevitably lead to the creation of an elite. On the contrary, we, like the poor wretches we are, would be better employed overturning rules incompatible with our beliefs and the whole of this adipose society. What the laboratory aspires to do is to breakdown barriers and tackle the dominant techniques in contem-porary fiction without, however, in any way hampering the student's own creative spirit. What we want more than anything is to communicate the truth-and listening to others only confirms this belief-that it is the writer's job to reveal the labyrinth, the hidden details,to destroy false memories,reinforce doubts and protests,even if our voice is the very last to be recorded in this fragmented world."
11.“Do you believe in inspiration or do you think writing is simply a matter of hard work?"
“Inspiration was what I relied on when I was an adolescent.Being an adult makes different demands.And since nature did not make me into God's instrument, I have grown used to lumbering through the dark world of a text until I find a light."
12.we wouldn’t be able to acquire an intuitive knowledge of another universe without sacrificing part of the understanding we need in the present world.
13.What it love,Zagallo?
     It’s a reciprocal feeling.
14.What is the most beautiful thing in the world 
     The moment of inspiration
     What is the bigest thing that exist
     Love, which is the biggest mystery
     What is the best feeling
      Love and being loved in return
15.It’s almost impossible to avoid feeling overwhelmed with love for a fool. That’s because only a fool is capable of feeling overwhelming love. And only love makes the fool.
16.He would like to remian always faithful to a short passage from Kafka’s Diaries, making it his motto for life:”There are two capital human sins,from which all the others are derived:impatience and sloth. Becasue of his impatience,man was expelled from Paradise. Because of his sloth, he did not return to it. Perhaps there exists only one capital sin: impatience.Man was expelled because of impatience, and because of it he cannot return.Let us be patient—a long, interminable patience—and all will be given to us in abundance.”
17.I think that, like all crative work, poetry is unclubbable.It’s merely a solitary communion with an unknown reader which sometime reveals itself and, for an instant, warms a heart worn down by the efforts of living.
18.A sentence is not made.A sentence is born.
19.You will need to understand that it is frequently just as important to break a good habit as a bad one. All habits are suspect.