“Memory is a landscape watched from the window of a moving train. We watch the dawn light break over the acacia trees, the birds pecking at the morning, as though at a fruit. Further off we see the serenity of… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“Memory is a landscape watched from the window of a moving train. (...) These things happen right before our very eyes, we know them to be real, but they're so far away we can't touch them. Some are so far,… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“Lies are everywhere. Even nature herself lies. What is camouflage, for instance, but a lie? The chameleon disguises itself as a leaf in order… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“I know now-I think I probably already knew then- that all lives are exceptional.” — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“O nosso casamento assentava mais no rancor mútuo do que no amor. Nada contra - compreendam-me. Acho que o rancor tende a ser um… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“If he'd been able to he would have rolled out a rose-petal carpet at her feet. He would have liked to conduct an orchestra… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“So what do you think, Félix -- it is more important to bear witness to beauty, or to denounce horror?” — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“Happiness is almost always irresponsible. We're happy for those brief moments when we close our eyes.” — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“Reality is painful and imperfect ... That's just the way it is, that's how we distinguish it from dreams. When something seems absolutely lovely… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“Memory is a landscape watched from the window of a moving train. We watch the dawn light break over the acacia trees, the birds… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“Quantas mulheres teve o professor? Uma. Já te disse. Mentira. Está a mentir-me outra vez. O professor é um mentiroso compulsivo. Sou. Tens toda… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“Sometimes they don't write what I mean, they just write what I say.” — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, she said, she could recognize a place just by the quality of the light. In Lisbon, the light at the end of spring… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“Sí, Mi madre se me murió cuando yo era niño. Me quedé abandonado. Converso con ella, pero me faltan las manos con las que… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“Há quem confunda a alegria com a felicidade. A alegria não se parece com a felicidade, a não ser na medida em que um… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
“I've met a remarkable woman. Oh, my friend, I don't have the words to describe her -- everything about her is Light." I thought… — José Eduardo Agualusa Copy Share Image
