The Evil Always Comes From Details.

I Remembered Her Once Saying That Life Was Like Your Shoes. You Couldn't Simply Expect Or Imagine That Your Shoes Would Fit Perfectly. Shoes That Pinched Your Feet Were A Fact Of Life.

Some People Give Theirselves A Certain Number Of White Weeks Once In A Year, When They Do Not Drink A Single Drop Of Alcohol. It Is Really Wise. I Myself Have A Few Weeks Per Year, Let Us Call Them White Or Black, When I Am Not Interested In The World Around. When I Come Back From This Isolation Of The News, I Realize That I Have Missed Nothing Significant. We Live In The Rain Of Disinformation And Rumors, Where The Truth Is A Very Small Number. In Those Weeks Of Dissociation I Seek For Knowledge That Lies Within Me.

At The Time Of Independence In 1975, Mozambique Was Extremely Poor. Many Portuguese Residents Abandoned The Country, Leaving Only A Handful Of Well-educated Mozambicans To Try To Run The Country.

Many Words Will Be Written On The Wind And The Sand, Or End Up In Some Obscure Digital Vault. But The Storytelling Will Go On Until The Last Human Being Stops Listening. Then We Can Send The Great Chronicle Of Humanity Out Into The Endless Universe.

‎not Having Time For A Person, Not Being Able To Sit In Silence Together With Somebody, That's The Same As Rejecting Them, As Being Scornful About Them.