Blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.
A writer's definitive death is when no one reads his books anymore. That's the final death.
I don't defend the idea of universal love. It has never existed and will never exist.
To continue living, we have to die. That's the story of humanity - generation after generation - that we are going to die. There's nothing dramatic about death except that one loses one's life.
I think the novel is not so much a literary genre, but a literary space, like a sea that is filled by many rivers. The novel receives streams of science, philosophy, poetry and contains all of these; it's not simply telling a story.
A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction,' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.
It is difficult to understand these people who democratically take part in elections and a referendum, but are then incapable of democratically accepting the will of the people.
If you don't write your books, nobody else will do it for you. No one else has lived your life.
... that's how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both.
I think we are blind. Blind people who can see, but do not see.
There is relationship between sight and touch, something about eyes being able to see through the fingers touching the clay, about fingers being able to feel what the eyes are seeing without the fingers actually touching it.
Human vocabulary is still not capable, and probably never will be, of knowing, recognizing, and communicating everything that can be humanly experienced and felt.
Can you imagine what Bush would say if someone like Hugo Chavez asked him for a little piece of land to install a military base, and he only wanted to plant a Venezuelan flag there?
Men are all the same, they think that because they came out of the belly of a woman they know all there is to know about women.
I do not just write, I write what I am. If there is a secret, perhaps that is it.
There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close.
Some people spend their entire lives reading but never get beyond reading the words on the page, they don't understand that the words are merely stepping stones placed across a fast-flowing river, and the reason they're there is so that we can reach the farther shore, it's the other side that matters.
...in matters of feeling and of the heart, too much is always better than too little.
But truths need to be repeated many times so that they don't, poor things, lapse into oblivion.
For me, writing is a job. I do not separate the work from the act of writing like two things that have nothing to do with each other. I arrange words one after another, or one in front of another, to tell a story, to say something that I consider important or useful, or at least important or useful to me. It is nothing more than this.
...you have to leave the island in order to see the island, that we can't see ourselves unless we become free of ourselves, Unless we escape from ourselves you mean, No, that's not the same thing.
We use words to understand each other and even, sometimes, to find each other.
Why did we become blind, I don't know, perhaps one day we'll find out, Do you want me to tell you what I think, Yes, do, I don't think we did go blind, I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.
A journey never ends. Only the travellers end.
What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being?
The world is governed by institutions that are not democratic - the World Bank, the IMF, the WTO.
It is strange how the elderly fall silent when they ought to go on speaking, obliging the young to learn everything from scratch.
Words that come from the heart are never spoken, they get caught in the throat and can only be read in ones's eyes.
Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.
Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat.
Strictly speaking, we do not make decisions. Decisions make us.
Often when you ask for one thing you receive another, this is the mysterious thing about prayer, we address them to heaven with some private intention, but they choose their own path, sometimes they delay, allowing other prayers to overtake them, frequently they overlap and become hybrid prayers of dubious origin, which quarrel and argue among themselves.
En ningÃºn momento de la historia, en ningÃºn lugar del planeta, las religiones han servido para que los seres humanos se acerquen unos a los otros. Por el contrario, sÃ³lo han servido para separar, para quemar, para torturar. No creo en dios, no lo necesito y ademÃ¡s soy buena persona.
Reading is probably another way of being in a place.
The ear has to be educated if one wishes to appreciate musical sounds, just as the eyes must learn to distinguish the value of words.
A writer is a man like any other: he dreams. And my dream was to be able to say of this book, when I finished: 'This is a book about Alentejo'.
Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters.
The only time we can talk about death is while we're alive, not afterwards.
Dignity has no price ... when someone starts making small concessions, in the end life loses all meaning.
The church has never been asked to explain anything, our speciality, along with ballistics, has always been the neutralisation of the overly curious mind through faith.