Because each of you has his or her own death, you carry it with you in a secret place from the moment you're born, it belongs to you and you belong to it.

The only miracle we can perform is to go on living, said the woman, to preserve the fragility of life from day to day, as if it were blind and did not know where to go, and perhaps it is like that, perhaps it really does not know, it placed itself in our hands, after giving us intelligence.

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.

One can show no greater respect than to weep for a stranger.

There is nothing that is truly free nor democratic enough. Make no mistake, the internet did not come to save the world.

doubt is the privilege of those who have lived a long time

There are times when it is best to be content with what one has, so as not to lose everything.