59 Quotes by José Eduardo Agualusa

In a way I imagine eternity must be a little like a photograph (a place without time) of the good and bad times we have lived through. And thus, for eternity, we will be living through them for ever, Hell and Heaven at once. Those months I lived beside Fradique will be my Heaven, the time I lived as a slave to Gabriela Santamarinha my Hell.

Don't feel sorry for me, condemned to live in winter —I have brought the memory of the sun with me.I love you, I must love you always.Fradique

I was happy with her and I suspect I never knew her.Would I have been truly happy if I had actually known her?

Podem argumentar que todos estamos em constante mudança. Sim, eu também não sou o mesmo de ontem. A única coisa que em mim não muda é o meu passado: a memória do meu passado humano. O passado costuma ser estável, está sempre lá, belo ou terrível, e lá ficará para sempre.

It is December in Paris. It was already December when I set out from Luanda, leaving the radiance of your gaze behind me. And it will be December yet, even after the month is over, and then will come only more December and winter, and December again and always the same, until l come back to the Sunny Season, and the land which is lit everywhere, always, by your gaze.

Fradique looked intensely at me. 'You are the proof that God exists,' he said, 'and that he is quite mad'. He leaned towards me and kissed me, and I kissed him. Later we went back to looking at the maps, and played a game of chess. I asked him what he had meant when he spoke about God's madness. Fradique laughed. 'Only a thoroughly insane God could conceive of an angel, and then place her in Hell.

Speeches don't feed people. What the people need are fresh vegetables and a good fish broth, at least once a week. I'm only interested in the kinds of revolution that start off by getting people to the table.

Paradise might have been here; and it is certainly here amid these forests that the Lord God now is resting, recovering from that huge disaster that was the creation of mankind.

Don't ask me for names. In this damned place all names are damned, and besides none of the maps know them. Here the earth devours itself. I don't imagine a fissure at the bottom of the ravine, I imagine a mouth!