a man was on his way to the gallows when he met another, who asked him: where are you going, my friend? and the condemned man replied: i'm not going anywhere. they're taking me by force. — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
“We are born, and at that moment, it is as if we had signed a pact for the rest of our life, but a… — José Saramago Copy Share Image
It takes little or nothing to undo reputations, the merest trifle makes and remakes them, it is simply a question of finding the best… — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
With the passage of time, as well as the social evolution and genetic exchange, we ended up putting our conscience in the color of… — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
“E se as histórias para crianças passassem a ser de leitura obrigatória para os adultos? Seriam eles capazes de aprender realmente o que há… — José Saramago Copy Share Image
“the inmates of the second ward in the right wing have decided, at long last, to bury their dead, at least we shall be… — José Saramago Copy Share Image
“Stretching one arm behind him, the man passed his hand over the horse's coat, his own skin transformed, or skin which had transformed into… — José Saramago Copy Share Image
...you have to leave the island in order to see the island, that we can't see ourselves unless we become free of ourselves, Unless… — Jose Saramago Copy Share Image
