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The Day Before Is What We Bring To The Day We're Actually Living Through, Life Is A Matter Of Carrying Along All Those Days-before Just As Someone Might Carry Stones, And When We Can No Longer Cope With The Load, The Work Is Done, The Last Day Is The Only One That Is Not The Day Before Another Day.

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The Day Before Is

Jose Saramago

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The Day Before Is What We Bring To The Day We're Actually Living Through, Life Is A Matter Of Carrying Along All Those Days-before Just As Someone Might Carry Stones, And When We Can No Longer Cope With The Load, The Work Is Done, The Last Day Is The Only One That Is Not The Day Before Another Day.

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A Journey Never Ends. Only The Travellers End.

Though I Had Come Into The World On 16 November 1922, My Official Documents Show That I Was Born Two Days Later, On The 18th. It Was Thanks To This Petty Fraud That My Family Escaped From Paying The Fine For Not Having Registered My Birth At The Proper Legal Time.

Nothing So Tires A Person As Having To Struggle, Not With Himself, But With An Abstraction.

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

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Writer's Make National Literature, While Translators Make Universal Literature.

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I Do Not Just Write, I Write What I Am. If There Is A Secret, Perhaps That Is It.

That Is The Dream Of All Novelists-that One Of Their Characters Will Become 'somebody.'

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People Live With The Illusion That We Have A Democratic System, But It's Only The Outward Form Of One. In Reality We Live In A Plutocracy, A Government Of The Rich.

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Such Is Our Need To Shower Blame On Some Distant Entity When It Is We Who Lack The Courage To Face Up To What Is There Before Us.

Blind People Do Not Need A Name, I Am My Voice, Nothing Else Matters.

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

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Consciences Keep Silence More Often Than They Should, That's Why Laws Were Created.

You Never Know Beforehand What People Are Capable Of, You Have To Wait, Give It Time, It's Time That Rules, Time Is Our Gambling Partner On The Other Side Of The Table And It Holds All The Cards Of The Deck In Its Hand, We Have To Guess The Winning Cards Of Life, Our Lives.

With The Passing Of Time, As Well As The Social Evolution And Genetic Exchange, We Ended Up Putting Our Conscience In The Colour Of Blood And In The Salt Of Tears, And, As If That Were Not Enough, We Made Our Eyes Into A Kind Of Mirror Turned Inwards, With The Result That They Often Show Without Reserve What We Are Verbally Trying To Deny.

Today's Bread Does Not Eliminate Yesterday's Hunger, Much Less That Of Tomorrow.

Can You Imagine What Bush Would Say If Someone Like Hugo Chavez Asked Him For A Little Piece Of Land To Install A Military Base, And He Only Wanted To Plant A Venezuelan Flag There?

Some People Spend Their Entire Lives Reading But Never Get Beyond Reading The Words On The Page, They Don't Understand That The Words Are Merely Stepping Stones Placed Across A Fast-flowing River, And The Reason They're There Is So That We Can Reach The Farther Shore, It's The Other Side That Matters...

The Novel Is Not So Much A Literary Genre, But A Literary Space, Like A Sea That Is Filled By Many Rivers.

Lord Knows Why They Depict Death With Wings When Death Is Everywhere.

The History Of Mankind Is The History Of Our Misunderstandings With God, For He Doesn't Understand Us, And We Don't Understand Him.

Misunderstanding

The Wisest Man I Ever Knew In My Whole Life Could Not Read Or Write. At Four O'clock In The Morning, When The Promise Of A New Day Still Lingered Over French Lands, He Got Up From His Pallet And Left For The Fields, Taking To Pasture The Half-dozen Pigs Whose Fertility Nourished Him And His Wife.

What Kind Of World Is This That Can Send Machines To Mars And Does Nothing To Stop The Killing Of A Human Being?

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