Jose Saramago (1922 – 2010)
Portuguese novelist, poet, playwright and journalist.
[...], perhaps that's how you learn, by answering questions.
Blind people do not need a name, I am my voice, nothing else matters.
I think that we do not deserve life, I think that religions have been and continue to be instruments of domination and death.
Some drivers have already got out of their cars, prepared to push the stranded vehicle to a spot where it will not hold up the traffic, they beat furiously on the closed windows, the man inside turns his head in their direction, first to one side then to the other, he is clearly shouting something, to judge by the movements of his mouth he appears to be repeating some words, no one word but three, as turns out to be the case when someone finally manages to open the door, I am blind.
There are those who deny me the right to speak of God, because I am not a believer. And I say that I have every right in the world. I want to talk about God because it is a problem that affects all humanity.
The wisest man I ever knew in my whole life could not read or write. At four o'clock in the morning, when the promise of a new day still lingered over French lands, he got up from his pallet and left for the fields, taking to pasture the half-dozen pigs whose fertility nourished him and his wife...
At this time of life even a day makes a difference, the only saving grace is that sometimes things improve.
The caressing, melodious tones of humility and flattery never sang in the ears of the clerk Senhor José, these have never had a place in the chromatic scale of feelings normally shown to him.
Human nature is, by definition, a talkative one, imprudent, indiscreet, gossipy, incapable of closing its mouth and keeping it closed.
Every thing in life is a uniform; the only time our bodies are truly in civilian dress is when we’re naked.
The best way to killing a rose is to force it open when it is still only the promise of a bud.
...Jesus slowly turned to look at her and said, I have never been with a woman. Mary held his hands, This is how everyone has to begin, men who have never known a woman, women who have never known a man, until the day comes for the one who knows to teach the one who does not.
Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.
Deep down, I don't create anything. I'm just someone who simply lifts a rock and exposes what's beneath it. It's not my fault that monsters come out some times.
Besides the conversation of women, it is dreams that keep the world in orbit. But dreams also form a diadem of moons, therefore the sky is that splendour inside a man's head, if his head is not, in fact, his own unique sky.
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'.
Globalization is a form of totalitarianism... It is the rich who rule, and the poor live as they can.
None of his colleagues noticed who had arrived, they responded to his greetings as they always did, Good morning, Senhor José, they said and they did not know to whom they were speaking.
The universe has no news of our existence.
I believe that I've been asked all possible questions. I, myself, if I were a journalist, would not know what to ask me.