Blind People Do Not Need A Name,

Human Vocabulary Is Still Not Capable, And Probably Never Will Be, Of Knowing, Recognizing, And Communicating Everything That Can Be Humanly Experienced And Felt.

I Had No Books At Home. I Started To Frequent A Public Library In Lisbon. It Was There, With No Help Except Curiosity And The Will To Learn, That My Taste For Reading Developed And Was Refined.

The Period That I Could Consider The Most Important In My Literary Work Came About Beginning With The Revolution, And In A Certain Way, Developed As A Consequence Of The Revolution. But It Was Also A Result Of The Counterrevolutionary Coup Of November 1975.

I Think We Are Blind, Blind But Seeing, Blind People Who Can See, But Do Not See.

Perfect Moments, Especially When They Verge On The Sublime Have The Grave Disadvantage Of Being Very Short Lived, Which In Fact, Being Obvious, We Would Not Need To Mention Were It Not That They Have A Still Greater Disadvantage, Which Is That We Do Not Know What To Do Once They Are Over.