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“She read him like a first-grade teacher. She let him be free.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“Something about it could say something about himself. Where did that burning flame inside of him come from? His continuous grudge and his eagerness to feel resentment, how easy it was for him not only to like something, but love it as if his life depended on it? He needed to know the History. He needed certainties about questions he had about himself—whatever certainty it was. Maybe understanding where all of that came from would make it hurt less. He needed to know his truth.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“He knew all of the answers.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“She still has him.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“Why are you doing this to me?”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“She had intended something else. Something which they would never be able to unveil. Something he suffered for not knowing, whilst aware of the mysteriousness of nature and seduced by truth—and he preferred to leave it alone.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“I was tired of pretending.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“Having a physical appearance stunned him; he was baffled by his own unity. He got distracted from himself all the time. He did live in the present. He would put himself down mentally for living in the past or anxiously in the future. But no. His head inhabited a parallel life.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“He stared at the ceiling and kept wondering why—if he had wanted that for so long—he was feeling worse than yesterday. Or just as bad—it was an uneasy though familiar feeling of it not being enough; it would never be enough; and he needed something clearer. And as he didn’t know what the meaning of last night was, or how the incident had led them to the favorable circumstances, and these circumstances not necessarily had led him to a sense of satisfaction, he decided that, if Will returned to where he belonged by Randolfo’s side, the doubt would be diminished, and with it, the agony.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“They would be at peace away from each other (he concluded), where they could miss each other, blinded by distance, causing the illusion that they had gotten along merrily when they lived together.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“He looked right into her eyes; didn’t she know the way she was? She had always treated him like that, his eyes argued. She did not agree—she had never treated him like this, he had spent his lifetime criticizing her. That was only true because she had spent her lifetime criticizing him—and that was how they always came back here, sometimes a wordless moment, their eyes glancing at each other like in a fencing match, each of them accusing the other of playing the role of the victim, portraying each other as the enemy to justify their self-inflicted wounds. She had turned into an uneducated woman (he would argue). He was evil (she would say), he was unable to recognize and acknowledge the good things people tried to do for him.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“Maybe moving away would make him not so disorganized. (He doubted himself.) He would send pictures to his mom of his new room, showing not only his tidiness, but also his self-sufficiency and that he could make ends meet by himself. Which would surprise her, maybe even offend her; yes, she would have been wrong about him—because Randolfo could take care of himself, he thought with a sense of pride.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“Dona is not doing it because she is forced to', Jill would say to the audience, with their hats and cameras, attentively sitting along the bleachers, which would shortly be soaked in salt water. 'Dona is doing this because she actually wants to'.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“In her piercing language, Dona let out a long and strong squeal, and everyone in its surroundings would vibrantly applause. 'If I ever leave this place one day', Randolfo wondered, 'who'll take care of Dona'?”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona

“And after running towards the car and disappearing inside, his last phrase would tumble into another meaning: 'I'll make it up to you. I'll make it up to you'.”
― Bernardo E. Lopes, Dona