Professora: "-Na minha época..."
“I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.”
“She is madness, sanity. She is hell, and paradise.”
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know...”
“I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his...”
“Of course it’s happening inside your head.. Why should that mean that it’s not real?”