...the Habit Of Falling Hardens The Body,

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.'

But Truths Need To Be Repeated Many Times So That They Don't, Poor Things, Lapse Into Oblivion.

...the Human Being To Lack That Second Skin We Call Egoism Has Not Yet Been Born, It Lasts Much Longer Than The Other One, That Bleeds So Readily.

...we Confidently Say That It's Not Worth Trying To Reach Any Conclusions Merely Because We Decide To Stop Halfway Along The Path That Would Lead Us Straight To Them.

The Time For Miracles Has Either Passed Or Not Come Yet, Besides, Miracles, Genuine Miracles, Whatever People Say, Are Not Such A Good Idea, If It Means Destroying The Very Order Of Things In Order To Improve Them.