Chaos Is Merely Order Waiting To Be

Words That Come From The Heart Are Never Spoken, They Get Caught In The Throat And Can Only Be Read In Ones's Eyes.

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.

It Is Strange How The Elderly Fall Silent When They Ought To Go On Speaking, Obliging The Young To Learn Everything From Scratch.

We Are Finally Living In Plato's Cave, If We Consider How Those Who Were Imprisoned Within The Cave - Who Could Do Nothing But Watch Those Shadows Passing On The Back Wall - Were Convinced That Those Shadows Were Their One And Only Reality. I See A Profound Similarity To All This In The Epoch We're Now Living In. We No Longer Live Simply Through Images: We Live Through Images That Don't Even Exist, Which Are The Result Not Of Physical Projection But Of Pure Virtuality.

Doubt Is The Privilege Of Those Who Have Lived A Long Time