Author: Fernando Pessoa

Cited by

• Geoff Dyer (1)
  • IN: The Search (1993) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: The man who has criss-crossed every ocean has merely criss-crossed the monotony of his self. I have criss-crossed more seas than any man alive. I have seen more mountains than most on this earth. I have been through more cities than exist and over the mighty rivers of non-existent worlds which flowed, absolute, under my contemplative gaze . . . Did I leave? I could not swear to it. I found myself in other lands, in other ports, passing through towns which were not this one, even if neither this one nor that one were towns at all . . .
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Portugal
• Pascal Mercier (1)
  • IN: Night Train To Libson (2004) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Each of us is several, is many, is a profusion of selves. So that the self who disdains his surroundings is not the same as the self who suffers or takes joy in them. In the vast colony of our being there are many species of people who think and feel in different ways.
    FROM: O Livro do Desassossego, (1982), Book, Portugal
• Rabih Alameddine (1)
  • IN: An Unnecessary Woman (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: From my village I see as much of the universe as you can see from earth, So my village is as big as any other land For I am the size of what I see, Not the size of my height.
    FROM: The Keeper of Sheep, (1925), Book, Portugal
• Sarah Hoyt (1)
  • IN: Crawling Between Heaven and Earth (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It’s whom I’m dreamed that remains eternal. It’s him whom I shall return.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Portugal
• Sam Savage (1)
  • IN: The Cry of the Sloth (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What happens to us either happens to everyone or only to us: in the first instance it's banal; in the second it's incomprehensible.
    FROM: The Book of Disquiet, (1982), Book, Portugese
• Alexandre Vidal Porto (1)
  • IN: Sergio Y. (2015) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: And just as you felt everything, I feel everything, and here we are holding hands, Holding hands, Walt, holding hands, the universe dancing in our souls.
    FROM: A Salute to Walt Whitman, (None), Poem, Portugal
• Robert Menasse (1)
  • IN: Don Juan de la Mancha (2007) Fiction, German
    EPIGRAPH: Exactly the same life all over again, only different.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Portugal
• Jane Haddam (1)
  • IN: Hearts of Sand (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Chaos is just order waiting to be born.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, Portugal
• Ignácio de Loyola Brandão (1)
  • IN: And Still The Earth (1981) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The inexplicable horror of knowing this life is real
    FROM: "O Horror de Conhecer", (1996), Poem, Portugal