Feb
28th
Mon
28th
The house where I live now is full of images of horses. Guests visiting for the first time almost always ask if I’m a keen rider, when the truth is that I’m still suffering from the effects of a fall from a horse I never rode. There are no outward signs, but my soul has been limping for the last seventy years.
— Jose Saramago, from the forthcoming memoir of his childhood, Small Memories (via hmhlit)
