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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.

Human Nature Is, By Definition, A Talkative One, Imprudent, Indiscreet, Gossipy, Incapable Of Closing Its Mouth And Keeping It Closed.

A Writer Is A Man Like Any Other: He Dreams. And My Dream Was To Be Able To Say Of This Book, When I Finished: 'this Is A Book About Alentejo.'

Even Death, Faced With The Option Of Death Or Life, She Would Choose Life.

The U.s. Needs To Control The Middle East, The Gateway To Asia. It Already Has Military Installations In Uzbekistan.