“Fradique looked intensely at me. 'You are the proof that God exists,' he said, 'and that he is quite mad'. He leaned towards me and kissed me, and I kissed him. Later we went back to looking at the maps, and played a game of chess. I asked him what he had meant when he spoke about God's madness. Fradique laughed. 'Only a thoroughly insane God could conceive of an angel, and then place her in Hell.” GodHellAngelMadnessProofChessKissMapsGameLook Book:Nação Crioula Source: Nação Crioula
“Don't ask me for names. In this damned place all names are damned, and besides none of the maps know them. Here the earth devours itself. I don't imagine a fissure at the bottom of the ravine, I imagine a mouth!” EarthNamesImagineMapsMouthDevouringDamnedFissureRavine Book:Nação Crioula Source: Nação Crioula