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“Lisbon, to me, is the Lisbon of Pessoa. Just like London is Woolf’s, or rather, Mrs. Dalloway’s. Barcelona is Gaudí's and Rome is da Vinci’s. You see them in every crevice and hear their echoes in every cathedral. I’d like to be the child, or rather, the mother of a city but I neither have a home nor a resting place. My race is humankind. My religion is kindness. My work is love and, well, my city is the walls of your heart.”

“Suddenly and without warning, one of the men stepped around and, with the beast's nether regions regrettably all too apparent, plunged his bare hand up to the elbow in the pig's rectum, then removed it, holding a fistful of steaming pig shit - which he flung, unceremoniously, to the ground with a loud splat before repeating the process.”

“Curioso como a mãe do Gil, sem saber ler nem escrever, compreendera que Gil tinha de pintar, absolutamente de pintar, nem que para isso ela tivesse de se sacrificar, de se estafar, de morrer. Intuição e grandeza nascem com as pessoas, do mesmo modo que o talento. A sua mãe não fora dessas mulheres. Não que lhe não quisesse bem, esse querer bem, que corresponde a ver realizados nos filhos os sonhos que não soube realizar.”

“…we cannot predict our lives. Only God Almighty knows and sees it all. We can only do our best and follow the path that He places under our feet. Things don’t always turn out the way we want, even if we do everything right. Even if we live by the word of God, He will not always answer our prayers the way we expect. And it is not our place to question God’s reasoning behind it, but only to have faith in His wisdom.”

“Strangely enough, he didn’t feel any guilt for separating himself from his past. Five years ago, he clearly heard in his dream a message brought to him by Archangel Michael from the God Almighty, telling him he should get up and leave everything behind; that his place was not there; that it was time to go in search for his true self and for his true destiny. Now, five years after, he was sitting in the Bowery chapel, a broken and homeless man, still trying to find that which he was looking for. But he didn’t regret anything he had done in those five years. In his mind, it wasn’t his doing. He sincerely believed that he surrendered his own will to the will of God and that everything that happened to him, good or bad, had to happen for some reason. It was God’s doing. It was his destiny. He just had to figure out why.”

“I was going after a woman believing that the key is in being with her. But the key is in writing about her. The key is in words and words are in me. Longing for her is just an impulse for words to come out. And the whole purpose is for words to come out. Words are important. Words about love. About life.”

“I don’t know why I am doing this. Everybody is saying bad things about you. Wherever you go, whatever you do, there is a noise after you… In spite of everything, I respect your courage to go after your ideals, no matter what. Men like you make this world move. I know that the road you go is covered with thorns. But I also know that it must be a road to the stars.”

“É sob a máscara frenética de Alvaro de Campos, fundeado na barra do Tejo, «de costas para a Europa, braços erguidos fitando o Atlântico e saudando abstractamente o infinito» que o reservado, o tímido Fernando Pessoa enviará sumptuosa e vibrantemente “À merda” todo esse lixo imperial e imperialista.”

“O conceito de produtividade é fundamental. No longo prazo é ela que determina a riqueza das nações. Não entender isso é condenar um país à pobreza. Infelizmente, (…) a classe política portuguesa faz um péssimo trabalho a esse nível, ao alimentar os sonhos de que é possível manter indefinidamente um aumento dos rendimentos com base no crédito.”

“The next morning having we had the Continental Breakfast with French croissants and the usual strong Turkish coffee. Mia seemed strangely distant from me now sat next to Aleixo who had come to join us. I had a KLM flight to catch that afternoon and there was little left to say. Later Mia came with me to the row of taxies and told the driver in Portuguese to take me to the airport. As I got into the cab her last words to me were a mocking “Poor boy, poor, poor boy…” My place is here with Aleixo, but I was yours for a lovely day.”

“The collective memory of every Latino people includes direct or indirect (neo-)colonialism, primarily by Spain or Portugal and later by the United States. Among Latinos, Mexicans in what we now call the Southwest have experienced US colonialism the longest and most directly, with Puerto Ricans not far behind”

“Era imperdonabile che l'amasse così tanto. Un giorno le chiese di smettere d'essere così perfetta, e lei con tutta la sua perfezione rispose di sì, fece una brutta faccia e lui disse "bella". Poi si spogliò, il corpo intero, tutti i difetti. Gli fece notare le smagliature dietro le gambe, una cicatrice al centro della pancia, lo implorò di guardare attentamente. Lui quando capì stava già piangendo, gli occhi e la perversa constatazione che può essere ammirevole perfino quello che l'estetica ritiene riprovevole. L'amore è cieco ma ci apre sempre gli occhi.”

“I never told you about the trip to Portugal 3 years ago when I read Fernando Pessoa at 1 a.m. outside a small family-run restaurant by the harbour. If I close my eyes I can still smell the salt water and the fish, some sort of cleaning powder scent from the kitchen, can still feel the heat, a soft wind and me sitting with wide open eyes on my own at 1 a.m. writing what I thought was profound and excellent. I felt like a writer then. I was not a girlfriend or a daughter or a songwriter who never got signed—I was a writer in the truest sense and I lived in my own flames.”

“What did you tell Cornichet?" he asked suddenly. .."Nothing." "I assume they only just started on you." She didn't reply. "What did they want to know?" "What right do you have to take me prisoner?" she countered. "I'm no enemy of the English. I help the partisans, not the French." "As long as there's some profit in it for you, as I understand it," he said, his voice a whip crack in the dim hovel. "Don't pretend to patriotic loyalty..." "And just what business is it of yours?" she demanded furiously..."I've done you no harm. I don't interfere with the English army. You trample all over i> my country, behaving like God-given conquering heroes. All complacence and pomposity-" ..."The blood of Englishmen has watered this damnable peninsula for four interminable years, doing the work of your countrymen, trying to save you and your country from Napoleon's heel. I have lost more friends than I can count in the interests of your miserable land, and you speak against those men at your peril. Do you understand that?" ..."The English have their own reasons for being here," she retorted...England couldn't survive if Napoleon held Spain and Portugal. He'd close their ports to English trading, and you'd all starve to death." They both knew she spoke the unvarnished truth.... 1”

“What did you tell Cornichet?" he asked suddenly. .."Nothing." "I assume they only just started on you." She didn't reply. "What did they want to know?" "What right do you have to take me prisoner?" she countered. "I'm no enemy of the English. I help the partisans, not the French." "As long as there's some profit in it for you, as I understand it," he said, his voice a whip crack in the dim hovel. "Don't pretend to patriotic loyalty..." "And just what business is it of yours?" she demanded furiously..."I've done you no harm. I don't interfere with the English army. You trample all over my country, behaving like God-given conquering heroes. All complacence and pomposity-" ..."The blood of Englishmen has watered this damnable peninsula for four interminable years, doing the work of your countrymen, trying to save you and your country from Napoleon's heel. I have lost more friends than I can count in the interests of your miserable land, and you speak against those men at your peril. Do you understand that?" ..."The English have their own reasons for being here," she retorted...England couldn't survive if Napoleon held Spain and Portugal. He'd close their ports to English trading, and you'd all starve to death." They both knew she spoke the unvarnished truth....”

“Quem faz televisão em Portugal sabe que qualquer programa legendado em horários nobres tem pior audiência do que programas falados em português (com exceção, nos últimos anos, dos filmes em alturas de Natal e Ano Novo), também porque muita gente nem sequer consegue ler as legendas.”

“O Banco de Portugal é dirigido por Judeus (Ulrich); o «Lisbôa e Açôres» foi fundado por judeus (Mayer); é christão-novo Souto-Mayor fundador do «Banco Colonial Portuguez», do «Banco Portuguez do Brazil», da «Casa Souto-Mayor & C.ª» do Rio de Janeiro, etc.; Henriques Tota, christão-novo, descende do tecelão de sêda Gabriel Henriques Tota condenado por judaísmo em 1750; Vieira de Castro, banqueiro, é christão-novo que ainda hoje conserva a tradição; os Pintos, os Fonsecas, os Santos, os Vianas, os Burnays, todos, pertencem á raça dos judeus que hão conquistado o reino de Portugal!...”

“Se um turista chega a um mundo estranho, onde nem o aspecto exterior, nem a língua, nem os costumes lhe conseguem despertar reminiscências, esse mundo exerce sobre ele um encanto delicioso. Não surge tudo isso que se oferece nos seus olhos - paisagem, costumes e fala - para o seu particular deleite? Não se lhe oferecem todas as características pitorescas para que ele se divirta e tire fotografias? Mas se o mesmo turista se vê, de repente, forçado a permanecer nesse mundo estranho para ganhar o seu pão, o pitoresco torna-se-lhe ambiente quotidiano, os habitantes passam a ser os seus vizinhos, amigos e inimigos e o caso muda inteiramente de figura. O que lhe parecera insólito e exótico ergue-se qual muro espesso entre ele e tudo o que constitui a sua vida, e por muito tempo não passa dum homem à parte, um observador sempre prestes a comparar com este mundo o seu de outrora: um comparsa que, não chegando a pisar o palco, permanece nos bastidores. Por isso o turista é para o estrangeiro domiciliado o que o campista é para um homem que se instalou, de vez, numa cabana.”

“A natureza intercontinental da monarquia gerava um dilema e impunha, como remédio, a ambiguidade. Em Lisboa, o Governo sujeitou-se ao «plano continental» do imperador, para evitar uma invasão francesa na Europa, ao mesmo tempo que procurava, secretamente, a compreensão da Inglaterra, a fim de prevenir algum ataque inglês ao Brasil. Conseguiu assim irritar ambas as potências. No Outono de 1807, os ingleses enviaram a Lisboa uma esquadra, e os franceses, através de Espanha, sua aliada, um exército.”