talvez eu não saiba escrever poesias.
pode ser que a minha prosa não seja uma das melhores.
para contos, a minha caretice não me faz ser um bom criativo.
para várias idas e vindas de sentimento, escrevo.
para expressar momentos e lembranças uso as palavras.
não me considero um escritor nato.
nas minhas solidões me escondo por meio das frases.
não sei se tenho cara de poético.
mas não quero ser só no mundo da escrita.
I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery; but we have lost the way. We have developed speed but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness.
Ideally, what should be said to every child, repeatedly throughout his or her school life is something like this: You are in the process of being indoctrinated…What you are being taught here is an amalgam of current prejudice and the choices of this particular culture…You are being taught by people who have been able to accommodate themselves to a regime of thought laid down by their predecessors…Those of you who are more robust and individual…will be encouraged to leave and find ways of educating yourself—educating your own judgments. Those that stay must remember, always…that they are being molded and patterned to fit into the narrow and particular needs of this particular society.